The siren call of home has sounded and each day it is getting louder. It is now 10 weeks since I kissed my family and special friend goodbye at Wellington airport and set off on this adventure. And what an adventure it has been.
First I visited my sister in London and we did things that sisters would do if they saw each other on a regular basis. We don’t but we make up for it when we do meet. We visited family, and aged aunt with Alzheimer’s (although we discovered she is only a few years older than us), cousins, nieces and a special blogging buddy in Oxford.
Originally our plans were to both go to Florence, hut these plans were dashed when my sister had to have a series of tests after suffering what was thought could be a heart attack. She wasn’t allowed to fly so I went on my own.
I felt rather shaky on the day I left London. I was going off alone to a country where I knew nobody and didn’t speak the language. But what a great time I had there. I found my way around very easily and quickly felt at home in this wonderful city. Paris is described a the City of Light but for me now Florence will always have that soubriquet.
I discovered all the wonderful buildings and artwork that I had read about so many times in the past but I also discovered the back streets where lesser known wonders were housed. I discovered the joys/benefits of living in an apartment in a suburb as opposed to living in a five-star hotel in the centre of town. And there is a certain freedom in being somewhere where one is not known and one knows no-one.
I have waxed on and on about the wonders of this now my favourite city in earlier posts and so wont bore you here, but if you have missed them or if you are a new reader of this blog please click here to read of my adventures.
After almost three weeks the call of family and home was becoming stronger and so I left Florence and went back to London to decide on the next leg of this journey/adventure/experience. The decision was made that I should return home and resume normal life albeit slightly differently because now my partner and I have decided we want to spend the rest of our lives together. So another chapter in this long and colourful life is beginning.
Changes to the airline ticket have been made and I am now going home on Saturday 2 November – that’s only “four more sleeps” and I am getting excited about seeing family and friends again. Oh I shall miss my sister,the interaction, laughs,stories and jokes but it is time for normal service to be resumed.
Because of the mix up on the way to London the airline has upgraded me to First Class travel home. I another reason to be looking forward to Saturday. I am looking forward to it.
So I will be off-line for a few days, but watch this space.
“Is it possible for home to be a person and
not a place?”
Stephanie Perkins, American author