I don't want to leave

But I do want to go home. It is the same conflict I felt when we moved to Australia 18 months ago. I have had a wonderful visit with everyone, and even with illness and tension, I have enjoyed myself immensely. How is it possible to feel two such opposing emotions equally? It reminds me of being pregnant - I love being pregnant, and can't wait for the baby to be born, but when labour starts, I want the baby to stay put. I've got some errands to run today, which hopefully will go smoothly and quickly. I also need to start packing, so I'm not running around at the last minute forgetting this and that.

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