My lifelong best friend had the audacity to leave Australian shores for a life in the USA several years ago. I’ve missed her more than Liam misses Miley, even more so since we had children within six months of each other.
In October, I was so badly in need of some bestie time that I booked flights to Arizona, where she is currently based. Thirteen hours to LA on a plane with my toddler, followed by another flight to Phoenix would be a snap. Right? Totally worth it for a week of catching up, having massive D&M convos and laughing over the graves of boyfriends past.
My son Rafferty’s comfort zone is anywhere on earth as long as he’s within three metres of me, so overall the trip was actually not that bad. He’s not a sleeper at the best of times, meaning we didn’t have an issue with jet-lag. And Arizona is the land of wide open spaces so he was able to operate at his default setting, which is perpetual motion.