After a long series of late nights, extensive travel, the family tour de force – 2 Easters (Catholic+ Orthodox), 3 birthday parties (1 kid + 2 adult) and 1 final house warming party (my brother’s new home) – I have finally made it home and slept in my bed last night for 12 solid hours. Hooorayy, I swear I have never been so homesick in my life (or tired for that matter).
I made a humongous pot of French roast ( and a wee one of decaf) – Sausage, also back tea for you. Boy, I had my fill of PG Tips in UK (better that then wine, I say).
I have missed you guys so much – technology failed me in the end, besides, there was not a single waking hour that was not filled with family gatherings and visits, ailing aunts and noisy nephews and nieces.
On the AL front – I have managed all UK leg AF (even returned a beer for not being AF – I asked for a Clausthaler and got a Heineken, not the same thing) - finally on Sunday at my brother’s house party I had 1 glass of champagne - I did not want it, did not feel the alcohol, I was simply too tired to fight with my sister in law who’s been on my case for not drinking ever since we arrived . It's like she wanted to drag it out of me that I am an alcoholic. I am not happy about it but also I am not going to dwell on it. Cowardly, I took the path of least resistance. I have gone out of my way for 9 days to stock other people’s houses with soft drinks in foreign cities – trying not to offend them, said my mantras and prayers every day. I know in my heart I tried everything I could to stay AF the whole time – at one point I simply ran out of energy.
Back home … at last.
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