After coming back from the US - I was in pretty rough shape. I was thoroughly homesick. I hadn't been ready to go yet and the thought of returning to real life which is so far from the one with the rolling grassy hills and leaves that change colours - where September means Autumn and not spring. Where you tip at restuarants - and thus expect to have waiters be attentive.
Oh - I wasn't ready to come back to Australia. And there were and are tears. Many tears.
I spent my first week back trying to catch up on all the blogs I missed and then I found a new one. Stephanie Says.
This post in particular was so incredibly timely for me that I kept the tab open on my computer for days until I made sure I had properly bookmarked it.
Stephanie is living in Russia and learning the language and she was reminescing about learning how to say "I miss you" in French which is literally translated into "You are missing to me."
She writes "It's as if rather than simply missing another individual, you're missing a piece of yourself."
And I cried.
You see, I am missing a piece of myself and when I first leave either continent (North America or Australia) for the other for the first few weeks I'm utterly lost without that piece. I'm devastated without it.
My best friend, horses, dogs, cat, family, childhood bedroom, garden, house, driveway, tree, heart shaped rock, familiar framed photos, zip codes with 5 numbers, and reese's peanut butter cups are missing to me.