the place that stole our money and our souls - las vegas
the place where it was obviously all about elvis - graceland
the friends we say goodbye to
One of the first things I did after my twenty four hour flight (hot shower with extreme water pressure aside), was reach for the stack of Australian Harper's Bazaar magazines that had accumulated in my absence. Before I left, tradition had it that when a new edition arrived it was to be left at my door so that when I arrived home from work on that special day at the end of every month, I would head into my room, herbal tea and highlighter pen in hand and thus spend the next few hours circling everything that I wanted.
Today, my first full day back in Melbourne, was no different...except for the fact that i think I may have exhausted my pink highlighter. Tomorrow's daily achievement? I shall begin my assault on the stack of Rush magazines in my sisters room. Yes, I'm taking my return, one day at a time...