After a five year absence I have returned to Australia, via the most oblique route I could orchestrate. I had other reasons for part of the journey which on the first night was not a success, from my chair. I should have been...better.
The birds this morning were the cockatoos and the rainbow lorikeets. In California, all the birds are motley brown and have no voice. Here, each have their own unique voice, much like the people of Australia. Not surprising, I am having trouble with the Australian accent this trip that I've not had before.
I hear the words but do not comprehend the message.
I'm having to ask for the verbiage to be repeated second and third times.
I no longer speak the language of my home.
I am not even sure that there is a fit for me, here, anymore.
