As my trip to Australia comes to an end, and Im packing my bags and wondering desperately whether my luggage will pass the weight norms of the airline; Im thinking about gifting.
Why do we feel the need to take back gifts after a holiday for all those dear and near to us back home?
In truth, I don’t want to delve too deep in case it comes back with some awful Freudian answers. But still, gifts do seem to have dominated my shopping. Something for …. and something for … that she will like. In most cases, it is a ‘she’. The ‘he’ s don’t seem to figure too strongly in my thoughts and I guess, are mentally blocked out as ‘ I don’t know what he would really like ‘ and ‘ he really won’t care too much’.
Taking gifts back home is a gesture of ‘ You are remembered wherever I may be’. And hopefully, the other person takes it at that and likes whatever I bring anyway.
Strangely, whomever I mention the long lists to, says ‘ why bother, people will understand even if you don’t bring them anything’.
Strangely because its these very people who will carry lots of gifts for everyone they value.
It is one of those human paradoxes where we dish out advice we seldom follow.
I’ve had a wonderful trip and seen lots of places and people and will cherish all my memories. There are some things I never did, like blog and swim. But there are lots of other things I did do, like tasting a lot of new foods and going up in a helicopter. Thanks to my son in law who is a foodie and generous. And going out a lot thanks to Darshini who loves seeing new places and never mind the trouble of travelling by train and bus with a pram and young son.
There have been many new insights into myself and other people and relationships. I hope Im going
back home, happier and a little wiser.
Photo: The lovely and upmarket Surrey Hills