26th January - Australia Day
Sean arrived back in the country the day after me. How things can change in 2 days.
I received a phonecall from him during our farewell dinner in Los Angeles; his sister had called him to tell him that his grandfather had been diagnosed with cancer. All very sudden, and certainly not the best news when you're half way around the world, alone in an hotel room. He booked a flight from Sydney to Adelaide there and then. Back at the hotel after dinner, I booked one also - I figured even though I'm not direct family, he'd appreciate me being there to support him.
His flight from San Francisco arrived in at 8am on Australia Day. He came home, did 2 loads of washing, and packed bags again, and made our way to the airport late that afternoon.
We'd barely had time to even catch up on the last week we spent apart! The flight to ADL was pretty empty; there was a young gent who had been at the Sydney Big Day Out and was rabbiting on, slurring his words. I reckon he was more than a bit pissed.
As we rolled down the runway and soared up into the evening sky, we were finally on our way to be closer to his poor grandfather. I'd never met him, but Sean was understandably rather close to him. The next few days were gonna be tough. I held his hand as our plane banked left, the increasingly distant lights on the ground glinting, almost smug in their self-assuredness. They'd never die.
Big Day Out kid decided he was gonna be sick; so, a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, opened the seat pocket and let fly. Except not only did he get it in the seat pocket, but he managed to coat a good portion of the seatback as well. It wasn't long before the biley stink made its way over to us. Cabin crew were good though, they gave him a towel to clean himself up some.
We were met by Jodie, Sean's sister, at the airport. We were going to be staying with her while we were in Adelaide. We stayed up chatting for a while...I turned in and left them to talk things over.
I received a phonecall from him during our farewell dinner in Los Angeles; his sister had called him to tell him that his grandfather had been diagnosed with cancer. All very sudden, and certainly not the best news when you're half way around the world, alone in an hotel room. He booked a flight from Sydney to Adelaide there and then. Back at the hotel after dinner, I booked one also - I figured even though I'm not direct family, he'd appreciate me being there to support him.
His flight from San Francisco arrived in at 8am on Australia Day. He came home, did 2 loads of washing, and packed bags again, and made our way to the airport late that afternoon.
We'd barely had time to even catch up on the last week we spent apart! The flight to ADL was pretty empty; there was a young gent who had been at the Sydney Big Day Out and was rabbiting on, slurring his words. I reckon he was more than a bit pissed.
As we rolled down the runway and soared up into the evening sky, we were finally on our way to be closer to his poor grandfather. I'd never met him, but Sean was understandably rather close to him. The next few days were gonna be tough. I held his hand as our plane banked left, the increasingly distant lights on the ground glinting, almost smug in their self-assuredness. They'd never die.
Big Day Out kid decided he was gonna be sick; so, a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, opened the seat pocket and let fly. Except not only did he get it in the seat pocket, but he managed to coat a good portion of the seatback as well. It wasn't long before the biley stink made its way over to us. Cabin crew were good though, they gave him a towel to clean himself up some.
We were met by Jodie, Sean's sister, at the airport. We were going to be staying with her while we were in Adelaide. We stayed up chatting for a while...I turned in and left them to talk things over.
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