We are back in The Country after a weekend in the mountains visiting friends and family. Every time I go home, I always come back feeling glum, and this time was no different.
I spent Saturday doing Christmas craft with my sister (stay tuned for some pictures and DIY stuff later this week!), and chatting away. The cousins ran around together, and I got to cuddle my newest nephew. We popped out for a 6th birthday party with our godson, and then spent the evening with my family too.
On Sunday we had morning tea with some friends whose girls are the same age as ours, and are good friends, and then we went up to my sisters house for lunch and more chatting and playing. It was a piece of heaven!
We drove past our old house (which we still own, but rent out), and through our old neighbourhood, and I loved it. It made me realise how much I miss my old life. I loved living in the mountains; I loved the lifestyle; I loved the convenience of having things close by, I loved having friends and family close by. I even enjoyed having lots of people around all the time.
I said to Country Boy that I have no idea how he managed to convince me to move down here. I know it takes time to settle into a new place, and feel part of a community, but the truth is that I have lots of people who I am friendly with, but no-one who I would call a ‘good friend’ down here. If I am having a bad day – there really is no one I can go to. I miss my parents and sisters dreadfully.
I tell myself that there are so many good things about living here (and there are), but today I am feeling glum, and all I think about is what I am missing out on by being down here.
Add to that, my hay fever didn’t bother me at all in the mountains, but within 10 minutes I wanted to scratch my own eyes out. Given half a chance, I would have packed my bags and driven straight back to the mountains.
Today I start a new job till the end of the year – only 15 minutes away! Hopefully a busy day will help me feel more optimistic…