When I was about six or seven, my family left the safety and familiarity of suburban Australia and moved to Papua New Guinea (PNG) for a two-year stint.
At the time, my dad was working for Telecom Australia (now Telstra), and when he was offered a role heading up PNG's telecommunications headquarters, my parents did what many would never: they packed up our lives and moved my two brothers and me to a developing country.
Those two years became some of the most treasured and joy-filled years of our lives. We made memories that never left us, and we spoke about our time there often. But we never went back. It wasn't considered safe, especially for families, and so PNG lived on as a beautiful part of our past.
Until now.
For the first time since we lived there 36 years ago, all five of us returned. We brought our entire extended family with us, including partners and children aged from four to nineteen. It was a multi-generational reunion, but in a country that shaped our earliest memories.
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Stepping onto Papua New Guinean soil again, with my entire family and my own children at my side, was one of the most surreal and cherished moments of my life. There was a part of me that thought it would never happen. I'd always accepted PNG would remain something we'd talk about, not something I could physically share with my children.






























