Homesickness
is something that I am sure all expats get once in a while. Homesickness creeps
up at the most unexpected moments and when it does it knocks me for a six and
the tears flow. At these times my
husband rolls his eyes and reminds me how much we are gaining from been here
.... blah,blah,blah is all I hear. I’m
not infected with the homesick bug right now so I think this is the perfect
time to reminisce on the things I miss from the life I left behind.
• Listening
to music which is far too loud in my car, windows down, singing like a
superstar, driving along the highway.
• Books and
the bookshops I love to browse in, Mary Who (oh I miss you) for a great book,
then off to Millie J’s for a coffee and read.
• Coffee,
really good coffee.
• Lazy Sunday
afternoons listening to my friends chatter, sitting on their lawn and talking
shit with cold vodka in my hand.
• Mendi Drive
nights, afternoons and early mornings.
• The
sensation and freedom of walking bare foot on Bushland Beach.
• I miss the
freedom of feeling like myself. Here I am full of limitations because of my
lack of control over the language, myself and this place.
• The crazy
group of woman who shared my life in Australia.
• I miss
myself. Here I have no voice. I am learning half a language. In my head there
is nothing but half sentences, half ideas. I cannot express myself as I am used
to, something that I value with all that I am. It’s as if I’m losing half my
identity.
• Strawberries,
oh how I miss strawberries.
• My closet –
I miss my closet full of dresses, hats, gloves, high heels and bags, beautiful
clothes. I miss dressing beautifully.
• My
hairdresser – I want a haircut so much.
• My career –
yes I do indeed miss working.
I miss a lot,
but I am also blessed with the things I experience here. I have meet people from every corner of the
world who have stamped a little of themselves on my life. I have seen things I never dreamed I ever
would and have learnt so much about myself and the world. I will continue to see and experience
wonderful things but sadly nothing can ever erase the feelings of desire for
the familiar.
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