My Epic Journey

Last week my family and I moved back to the Northern Territory (NT) – after first moving to South Australia for eight months and then to Canberra for just over two years. When we first left the NT we were so happy and excited to be leaving and now we are just as happy and excited to be back again!

It cost us a small fortune to do all this interstate moving, but I think sometimes you just have to do these things to figure out where you really want to be and what’s most important to you.

It was a hell of a long drive (over 4,000 kilometres) so my latest comic is all about our trip. (My daughter is absent from the comic because we flew her over due to the fact that she suffers from motion sickness.)

There was a lot of this…

arewethereyet

…and this.

pee

Which was followed by this. (Aka me sitting in the car with my legs crossed whilst simultaneously cursing Mother Nature and societal norms regarding public urination and females.)

peeing

If I ever have to do another long trip I swear I am buying one of these! It would be worth it just to see the look on their faces!

shewee

On particularly long stints I would take the wheel for a short time to allow my husband to nap. I can’t drive for long because I get quite anxious at high speeds. I am also rather short-sighted, even with my glasses on, and often have trouble making out objects on the roadside.

imminent death

Our driving styles are quite different.

My husband takes the relaxed I know exactly what I’m doing approach (while I sit in the front seat watching the speedometer like a hawk – seriously, I’m like a human cruise control, except more annoying).

relaxed

Whereas when I drive I prefer to take the panic-stricken I am one wayward kangaroo away from freaking out and rolling this thing approach.

stressed

Overall it was a pretty good trip. We caught up with friends and family along the way which helped to break up the tedium of sitting in a car for hours on end. Of course, the best thing of all was finally reaching our destination. Specifically, the welcoming committee that awaited us in the toilet of our new house.

home

I am home.