I've been feeling a little homesick lately. Just on and off for the past week or so. Quiet moments have found me looking through flickr at photos tagged with 'England' or 'Isle of Wight' before getting on with whatever I'm meant to be doing.
My Mum's had a bit of trouble with a tooth which has been a pain for a few years - she finally had it out on Tuesday but she hasn't been well for a long time and the painkillers are knocking her for six. But, as ever, she and I had a laugh on the phone at lunchtime today.
It's my Mum's birthday on Sunday, and she's looking forward to having a nice meal and some wine with friends.
This is the longest time I've ever gone without seeing my family, and it's a sad fact of language that I cannot express how bad that feels with how great it is to live here in New York and love Krissa and have our life together and have you know how it actually is without the confusion and opacity of words lead you off into a conclusion which is false.
It's good...I'm really happy, but a little sad at the same time.
As simple as words get is as close as I can get to geting it across.
Anyway. So a little melancholia in combination with looking forward to this weekend - Alex, a university flatmate, is coming to visit, we have Star Wars Episode III tonight, and an excellently promising looking party on Saturday night - and it's my Mum's birthday on Sunday.
And then I found this picture, of Mum and I somewhere in Devon in 1980...
...and I smiled.
Happy birthday, Mum, and have a great weekend, world.
:)
such a happy snap...
Ah, I understand this, too - my Dad had surgery before I left the country and has been having troubles and pain ever since. They can't figure out why he's still hurting or what to do for him, and he hasn't been able to work in over a year. I feel like a neglectful daughter - being an only child, I feel like I should be there with them or keeping in more contact.
I feel terribly guilty being so satisfied in Prague and feeling like I never want to go back to the States. Luckily, in between telling me how much they miss me, my parents are extremely supportive and have always made it clear they want nothing more than for me to be happy.
Still quite hard, though, being so far away..