Some grey nomads choose to sell the house and hit the road for as long as their old bodies will hold out. Others like ourselves choose to have a little bolt hole somewhere to call home and return to from time to time. Somewhere with no lawns to mow and small easily maintained gardens. For those like us in the southern states the summer time is certainly the best time to be enjoyed close to home.
When we’re I find that by the three month mark home starts to call. My brain begins to suffer from sightseeing overload. Please! No more stunning sunsets, expansive views, deserted beaches with perfect surf and posing kangaroos. Give me my ‘big’ bed, a dose of the boring and mundane…oh and a large steaming bowl of whatever multicultural Melbourne can dish up!