I'm so close to home but have never felt so far away. Yesterday we passed about 4 people during the whole day. There is nothing out here but parched earth and telegraph poles. The constant shaking of the carriage is testing my patience. It's as if it's doing all it can to break me. I'm too stubborn for that. Just found out that the train won't get into Sydney now until tomorrow afternoon. And that I have a heap of stuff I have to do when I am there. It's been over a year since I have seen them. Dad is a big softy and guaranteed to be in tears within 3 seconds. Mum and I pay him out, but secretly love his ability to give into his emotions. Mum's the tough one and able to withstand anything that dares. It's going to be so hard to see them for such a short time then walk away. Don't think dad will be the only blubbering mess.