Home is everywhere I go.

The dryer going, not that it needs to be, it’s more so the sound takes me back to my childhood. Sunday nights in winter, the sound of the dryer would echo through the house until the early hours of the morning. Not that it kept anyone up, more so it helped us sleep. The scent of freshly washed clothes and sheets wafting through the house.

Monday morning, a teaspoon on the edge of the kitchen sink means Dad’s been up and gone and it won’t be long until he’s home to take us to school.

On the way out the door, two envelopes clipped to the wall, ‘rego due 27/3/1999’.

Now.

It’s Monday morning. I’m standing in my kitchen. The house smells like freshly washed and dried clothes and sheets. I sip the last of my coffee and place the cup next to the teaspoon I left on the edge of the kitchen sink earlier. I head for the door, but something catches my eye, the words ‘rego due 27/03/2019’ written on an envelope clipped to the wall.