Heaven sent

I first came to Byron Bay when I was 18. I fell in love with the place. It was sunshine and beach. It was freedom and adulthood. I drank kaluha and milk and got my nose pierced. I chatted to hippies in the park and danced to the band at the pub. It was the most exciting place I'd ever been.

I've been back countless times since then, but Byron still holds a certain magic for me. 

After a crazy year of new adventures there's a certain comfort coming to a place you know so well. A place that holds so many memories from so many different stages of my life. 

This morning we got up early and had a coffee at our favourite cafe. We drove up through the green hills and looked back down at the sparkling Pacific Ocean. We did a little "What if we lived here..." dreaming as you always do. 

The kids were as excited as were to check out old haunts and there were cries of "I remember this place" from the back seat. 

Over the next week I plan on soaking in every moment and burn every memory on my brain as soon those green hills will be replaced by soaring towers and shifting sand dunes.