View from the local high school in Rose Bay.
Our reluctant travelling family finds itself in international turmoil once more, and the latest move has been regarded by many as utter madness.
We are back in Australia, almost exactly 10 months since the day we left.
To clarify, we are not simply back in Australia, but back in Bondi (you remember, that place we said we'd never live, but found we loved with all our hearts), back in the same street, with kids at the same preschool and primary school, in the same classes (and additionally in Jaime Kay's case, in the same small therapy group), working with the same teachers and mixing with the same friends.
The world has taken on a slightly surreal quality, to say the least.
It has been a heart breaking, bank breaking decision.
In the end, it just seemed like a better place to plan each of our futures, even with the inherent risks that go hand in hand with setting up home in a place where there are no real guarantees you can actually settle.
Meanwhile, we have the backing of a good immigration lawyer who we trust, and a core of incredibly supportive friends and colleagues who have provided generous time and advice and have helped in ways we could not have imagined.
There will be good days and not so good days.
There remain many questions, many unresolved issues, many difficult obstacles to be overcome before the smooth, wide future path of which we dream arches ahead of us, paved with gold and strewn with wild flowers....
But today the sun is shining.
And in the wise words of one of my favourite Australian friends, there's always the beach...