goodbyes

“I think one of the hardest bits of living abroad is missing home. And I mean that in the sense of it being things and people that you know. The familiar. The things that comfort us.

And sure, there’s plenty of things that make living abroad great but being away from immediate family, friends and these things is hard.

It is for me.

So, to have something that reminds you of home, that can connect you to it is important. And what that is might be different for everyone. An activity or a type of food.

Natalie is that connection for me, I think.

Talking to her feels like home.

I’ve got so used to having you here. It’s going to be strange when you’re not next year.

I’m going to miss you.”

I had to write some farewell words for a friend who was leaving today. It is the nature of the work, people come and go every year.

This hit me hard though. I sobbed before, during and after. Should have been 20 seconds or so but took a few minutes to compose myself.

Dinner. I couldn’t finish it, because it was SPICY and I’m about to do a few drinks. I don’t think that’s a good combination!

home

As I’m less than two weeks away from going back to the UK. It’s making me reflect on what home means to me and daily life being so different to the UK. China is home but will never be home. Yet, the idea of going back to the UK makes me nervous now. Being able to understand everyone, easily communicating, not clearly being different.

These circles represent where Mum and Dad, brother, sister and I live. I’ve followed dad and moved to a new country for work and married someone there. My sister moved to a new country for work, met someone and then moved to his home country. It means we’re a little, spread out.

The problem is that I’m trying to use my phone less and eat less crap, but with two small children it’s really hard…

I know she was asking me to wait, that she was giving me a refund and then I would need to pay again. Except I didn’t understand a word she said.

Today is Duanwu festival. Which is famous for dragon boats racing zingzi – sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves. We’re visiting L’s uncle for lunch. After lunch we’ll go for a wander and the family will play mahjong.

We are allowed to officially wear shorts to work today. I am comfortable because 30 degrees and shorts but uncomfortable because I’m wearing shorts to work. Aren’t brains great!