At least, it feels like the naughty corner, at the far end of the airport, down a long flight of stairs and in a warehouse type thing. I’m flying out of Melbourne in 90 minutes and this is the first time I have seen this part of the airport, or had a quiet moment to write. Not that you can call an airport quiet.
The Problogger event was such fun and I’m going home with my head full of new ideas (not the magazine, that would be scratchy) and things to implement.
Not to mention the three or so hours of recordings that I need to listen to and take notes. I’m not sure that the kids will let me do that for a few days however. As always, the networking before and after was amazing fun and I got to meet and talk to some amazing people. Not linking here because it’s too hard on a tablet.
I’m rather looking forward to seeing my children, even if Isaac refused to speak to me on the phone this morning (he’s punishing me for leaving Β in the first place, when he insisted that “You haffa stay home wiv me mummy, you not haffa go on an airy plane”) and Amy is just interested in what I have in my suitcase for her.
So, Internet, that had been my last few days, give or take some things I have no doubt forgotten to tell you.
How are you?
Oh glad you had a good time!
It was good seeing you again and actually being able to talk for a while without stupid overly-loud music! And your mum is such a crack up! π
Safe travels home!
I’m glad you had a good time and have lots of new ideas π
Safe travels on your way home.
Yes, it’s a strange part of the airport, isn’t it? You feel like you’re in cattle class π
I’m still totally overwhelmed and am only remembering things as I hear others mention them…
There are a lot of changes to be made, but none of them easy or quick. Hope you made it home safely…
Dont you just love that far end of the airport. You have a serious workout walking there.
I am glad you were able to get lots of ideas.
Lovely to see you back home again π
Glad it was a worthwhile trip for you :):)
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