Having been born in Clydebank, Scotland, and having lived in Australia since I was two years old, I am about to embark on my first trip out of Australia. I am returning to my homeland and I am a weird combination of excited, nervous, scared, happy, and bewildered.
This was not my idea. I am tagging along, by invitation, on my brother's 50th birthday trip. It was initially just going to be my brother and his missus, but then they convinced my mum to go with them, and invited the rest of the family to join in. Like me, Mum has also not returned to visit the UK since we first arrived in Australia in 1971. By the time I heard about all of this, my sister and another of my brothers had already opted in. Now I have also opted in and we are a travelling party of six.
We leave for London tonight, and, after a few days in England and Wales, should arrive in Clydebank in just over a week's time.
Watch this space...
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