It’s nice to go away, but good to return.
My parents live in a beautiful part of the country, but then so do we.
While away, I enjoy the comforts of my parents’ spacious pad, but then I recall that our little home is where our heart is.
I put off a visit for well over a year, fearing I’d be caught in another almighty traffic jam.
In the end, it just required better planning: to travel before the weekend and set off for home early on Sunday afternoon.
This time I came better prepared. Last time, I forgot my fleece and froze in the icy December drizzle.
This time I checked the weather forecast, postponed for a week, then brought my hat and winter clothes.
A leisurely weekend awaited me, away from the commotion of home. Pleasant surroundings, peace of mind. Half the family reunited.
But return, I must. Family responsibilities. Back to work. Back to our reality.
Our lad embraced me on my return, peeling himself away from his computer game. It was nice to feel loved.
I even heard they missed me.
Last modified: 10 December 2023
