I have been looking forward to today for weeks.
In my own home, with my own stuff and both the Missies at school and kinder.
I was desperately looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet.
I should’ve known that as soon as things settled down and I had a minute to myself that homesickness would rear it’s ugly head.
I’ve had a knot sitting in my chest all day.
A yearning to be somewhere where I knew the way things worked and where a trip to the supermarket didn’t zap my energy.
(Disclaimer: I will be fine. My husband’s away, so things are a bit harder, but I will be seeing friends tomorrow, Friday and Saturday. This, too, will pass. x)
Our Big Expat Adventure 
(((( HUGGGGZ ))))
x
Of course you feel miserable. You’ve finally got your own place, a safe haven where you can be your true self without putting on a brave face all the time. Go ahead and have a good cry and get it out of your system. Then you can laugh about it with your friends tomorrow. 🙂
Thank you. What did expats do before the internet? Apart from get sozzled every lunch time, I mean?
hugs, homesickness sucks. Have a good cry and a pint of ice cream. Well, that’s what I do!
Thanks. I fed my homesickness with a massive bowl of pasta. Who says emotional eating is bad???
I made a beautifully sensitive and caring comment somewhere in the internet and pfft ‘gone’
So, Kel..def thought it would be a tough one….but hey, you fed that emotion..GO girl… XX
BIG HUGE HUGS ……
all you gotta do is call ….. we can eat ice cream together anytime you say so!!