Far from home
I did have another post that I was all set to publish today, it was one about our weekend. I think I will save that one for another time though.
It just didn’t feel right posting it the way that I am feeling today. It doesn’t reflect my mood at this very moment as I write this. It would just be another story of something that we did which is all well and good but not right for today.
While I started my blog as a journal to chronicle our Australian adventures, big and small. And as a diary of memories for the Bear to read in the future being too young now to remember his time as a ‘Little Aussie Nipper’. I also started blogging as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings so that I could look back on it and remember what the whole experience actually felt like at the time and I suppose to help me through the times when I am finding it tough.
Today I am finding it tough.
I don’t know how else to describe my feelings at the moment. I just feel really really far away from home.
Far away from my family and loved ones, so far from some of the people I care about most in the world (including an extra special one I have only seen once – born on the day I flew out to Oz).
I am not stupid, I know I am on the other side of the world but in all honesty apart from the first couple of days after we arrived and I was in a jetlagged haze, I have never felt like this. I mean logically I knew we were far away but it never felt like I was. (To be honest there are so many Brits here that it is a special occasion if you meet an Australian!)
Today is different though – today I just wish I could click my fingers and be home in just seconds instead of the 24 hour journey it is in reality.
I would go home, just for a few days and see all the people I care so much about. If I could I would give each of them the biggest longest and tightest hug that I possibly could. I would tell them just how much I love them, how much I am thinking of them and praying for them, how much I miss them and I would cry all over them (just as I am currently doing all over my keyboard). I would satisfy myself that they are all ok (and that they miss me too of course!) and then I would click my fingers and come back to my own little family down under.
So I am not feeling ‘home sick’ I am really not that bothered about the UK’s overcrowding, recession and crappy weather, no, it is what is there, what it represents that I miss.
I guess you could say I am feeling ‘friends and loved ones sick’.
. . . . . . . . .and very far from home . . . . . .