The journey home had come at last. In this period of lockdown he had worried he may never get to go home.
The cost of the ticket had been worth every cent.
On the screen in front of him was a map of the world and his home was somewhere in the far distance.
He had his own bizarre theories about his home country. When the world was made the countries to the north were populous and there was a lot of ocean to the south.
So a land was established in the south, to break the monotony of so much water.
The land was populated with humans and a unique flora and fauna and then forgotten about for the next 40,000 years or so.
The people learned to live with the land, to respect and care for it and they managed developing along the way a culture in keeping with the uniqueness of the land. The flora and fauna gave the impression of being experimental, someone’s notion of a good idea at the time and lets see what evolution makes of it all. The platypus immediately came to mind.
It was indeed a lucky country and he was lucky to be returning.
He looked forward to the inevitable fourteen days of quarantine for being back on home soil was all he craved.
He watched slowly as his destination grew closer. It seemed to take forever, which is often the case when you want to be somewhere in a hurry. He found it difficult to relax into sleep as he longed for the sound of an Australian voice, for then he’d know he was home.
His flight circled over Sydney Harbour before coming into land. His exhilaration grew, the two-week wait in a Sydney hotel would pass. He knew, he just had to wait it out.