Two airplanes to catch without a hitch. A Dad anxiously waiting half way across the world. Gather all my belongings, hold them tight, feel their strength. My dear boys I thank you, and thank you, and thank you, for taking care of your Mama. An expert landing. A small boy grinning from precious ear to ear. A hug from Daddy is so very near. Heavy bags loaded, baby strapped safely to my heart, boy grasping on tightly to my quivering hand. Mood high, excitement………..bang, we are stuck in no man’s land. Too big to fit through the door. No offer of help just a request to “squeeze by”. Mood falling. Disappointment at some people’s disregard.
Prince charming comes to the rescue. Hugs, kisses, smiles. Our baggage and an unexpected feeling of homesickness is loaded into the back of the car. A delighted boy with lots to say, in between so many exclaims, “Daddy I missed you, I missed you, I missed you”.
Stuck in a hazy jet-lag fog, trying desperately to sleep ourselves out. Surrounded by that old familiar feeling. A feeling in the pit of my stomach, a sickness for the home. A sickness that no pill could ever cure.
Above us endless blue skies, and frangipani trees waiting for their moment to bloom. Small budding orange blossoms. Healing food for the future. Chillies for spice, lemons for a twist. A Kookaburra’s loud song to welcome us home.
Follow me on this journey, speak your mind as we go.
Do you ever get home sick, no matter for how long or how far you roam?