It all made sense to me as a I walked home from Netball Olivia’s impromptu Christmas get-together. I understood what these cold, snowy Northern Hemisphere holidays mean to me.
Just back from a walk around the neighbourhood. This is what the North Pond looked like last week. This week has been endless grey days with rain, sleet and fog. Still smarting from our Christmas package being stolen by some arsehole in our building. I found a Australian Rugby jersey last night in the laundry room. Still with the tags on. Trying to locate its owner (but I’m thinking it may have been in another package that was stolen and discarded?). The American found someone’s iPhone in the snow on Clark Street. The owner is coming to pick it up. Good karma. Listening religiously to Camera Obscura and Boy. Happy the Aussies regained the Ashes so decisively. Off to work at my part-time job that has suddenly become a six-day-a-week weight around my neck for the next few weeks. Looking forward to the 6am shift on Boxing Day! Really homesick right now. A friend sent me this link and so I just listen to this and have a good cry, pull myself together and get …
Australia Day is the day we give our nation three big cheers in honor of her birthday. She’s looking pretty good for 225, don’t you think?
When you’re an expat, you end up craving the oddest things. Funny thing is that it’s not necessarily about consuming the item itself that stems the homesickness, it’s the connection to the past, to what is familiar and missed.