Before I knew it there was that knock on the door again, and dinner was served. Tonight was roast field mushrooms with tomato and basil risotto (not my favorite, despite my love of mushrooms), a bread roll and a slice of cheesecake.
Sunday, August 22, 2021
HQ day 2 - the weekend
Before I knew it there was that knock on the door again, and dinner was served. Tonight was roast field mushrooms with tomato and basil risotto (not my favorite, despite my love of mushrooms), a bread roll and a slice of cheesecake.
HQ day 1
Saturday, August 21, 2021
HQ Day 0
Home for the next two weeks
Words cannot describe the relief I felt when I walked through the door. As I mentioned in my last post, I had spent months full of anxiety over each and every step of the process of getting home to Canada and back again. Each step made way for a new worry, the last of which was the uncertainty of where I would find myself for my two week sentence.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I turned on my camera and explored my new home at the Sheraton Hyde Park.
Feeling grateful, relieved and exhausted. Ready for a shower and a cup of coffee.
Arriving in Australia
It's hard to explain what this journey has been like. From the moment I got the call from my mum telling me I needed to get home, through the application for an exemption process, booking a flight and travelling to Canada and back, it has been a never ending series of paperwork and anxiety. In the lead up to my trip I spent a lot of time in various Facebook groups for people in similar positions. It was helpful in many ways - a source of information and advice which gave me the knowledge I needed to navigate the process, and preparing me for what was to come. But it also heightened my anxiety, hearing story after story of people stranded overseas due to flight cancellations and other complications. When the day finally came and I received my boarding pass for my flight from LAX back to SYD I burst into tears and the check in counter because for the first time in 2 months the fear of not getting home lifted off my shoulders.
Late Tuesday night, myself and 12 other passengers left a crowded terminal at LAX and boarded our flight to Australia. With only 13 passengers and 13 crew, it was the most comfortable flight I have ever taken. The staff were kind and caring and I thoroughly enjoyed the 14 rows I had to myself. Fifteen and a half hours later, just before 7am, we arrived in Australia.
I remember how eerie my departure had felt flying out of Sydney a few weeks earlier. The terminal was nearly empty, with only 2 coffee shops and a chemist open, and a small number of passengers and police about. Even that experience didn't prepare me for the dystopian feeling of international arrivals.



