Its getting closer to going home time.
It’s about two and three quarter years since we moved away from everyone close to us. And we haven’t seen our family for over 12 months now.
Far too long.
I remember the excitement of first leaving my home to come and live where I am now, and how I was also a little afraid. It was a 5 day trip with 3 little girls, it was stressful and not very fun and half way here I was thinking ‘what have I done?’ But once we got here and settled in, furniture put in its place and boxes unpack I thought it was awesome.
Until 5 weeks later, home-sickness settled in. But I got over it and moved on. We’ve had two trips home since leaving. One to have Molly and two to fix our car which I had smashed a spotlight on while a week off giving birth. (Very weak excuse but it WAS an excuse.)
To me family is the most important thing. As different and as unique as my family may be they are still the most important thing. We’ve never been terribly close which I think was why it was so easy for me to leave. But now being away for so long the little things that usually would annoy me don’t matter as much. I can’t wait until we move home permanently which is our ultimate goal.
My girls are missing out on grandmas and pops and uncles and aunts and their little cousin. I’ve missed sharing a pregnancy with my sister and now I’m missing my only niece growing up. I’d have loved for our girls to be as close as sisters.
We’ve missed family Bbq’s, birthdays, births, Glen and I have had no time alone since we left. No babysitters, no Nanna’s popping over to bath a new baby or play ball with a big one. No aunties picking up nieces to do a spot of shopping no uncles giving piggy back rides and lolly pops.
I miss it.
And my girls are missing out.
This is not my home and I’ll never accept it as home. It is just a place I live in and if it were only me I would never have unpacked a single box.
I was born in Coffs Harbour, it is my home.
5 weeks to go.
BRING IT ON!