Once again I am packing my suitcase. Once again I am
counting down the days. I am going on holiday. Holidays at home.
It’s been about four months since my last trip to Germany,
and I cannot wait to see my loved ones again. Less than a week to go!
I got two weeks off, which will be my longest stay since I
left Germany, and even though I have nothing planned really it will be busy.
There are a lot of things happening at the moment and me living
in London means that I miss out on most of them.
My cousins just had their babies – two gorgeous little baby
girls. The Bestie moved in her first apartment. My Princess and the little Rock
star are growing and learning and exploring more and more of the world every
day. My brother started his first job. And so on….
Of course I get pictures and emails and I text and Skype and
phone them all on a regular basis, but it’s not the same as actually being
there.
And it’s not just about the big changes; it’s the small
things that I miss the most. Hanging out with my girls. Being unproductive with
the Bestie. My old room and the view. Watching telly with the Mumsy. Having
breakfast with my brother. Being able to see the stars. Playing with the
tabbies. These are the things I miss the most when I’m away.
Don’t get me wrong, I love living here. I choose to do so
and I have no plans of changing this in the near future. But it does suck that
I am not there to see all those wonderful things happening. And it sucks that I
can’t share this beautiful city with them.
But when I’m down I just pick up the phone and call my
ladies or my family (wish I could call my cats as well), and that makes it a
whole lot easier.
