and home again...

The Husband and I are back in Auckland, after over 30 hours of travelling, which left us both feeling a little like we've just been hit by a bus when we arrived. We left Amsterdam on a Friday evening, and only arrived in Auckland on a Sunday at noon, stepping out into the windy, cold rain greeting us at Auckland International Airport, feeling dazed and disoriented.

I wanted to go to sleep right away, but there was so much to do. First, all the unpacking needed to be done. Then the first load of laundry. And then we had to go grocery shopping as we emptied out the fridge just before we left. After that, we swung by the Pet Hotel to pick up our cat, who have been very clingy since. Finally, we came back home to have a shower, hung up the washing, before going back out again to grab a quick dinner, both of us struggling to keep our eyes open over our plate of noodles and rice. 

We were back home at 7pm, and without a word, the both of us climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over our heads, and fell into a soundless, immediate sleep, waking up at midnight even more disoriented and dazed. 21 days of travelling across three different time zones will do that to you. 

I am feeling a little better after a cup of coffee this morning, and The Husband has dutifully gone off to work, leaving me feeling a little empty after having him around me 24/7 for the past three weeks. Auckland also seems a little colder and paler today, in comparison to the warmth and vibrancy of Malaysia, and the charm and quaintness of Germany and the Netherlands. 

Nevertheless, life goes on, and there's much to do before I get back into the groove of things. I will write more about our trip and post up some pictures, when I'm not feeling quite so jet-lagged and my body and mind synchronises itself into the proper time zone.