Monday, November 22, 2010
boots will get me through this
Out of all the time I have lived here (around 5 months. I lose count now), I have never felt so homesick as I did yesterday.
Blimey. The tears.
Mum and my aunt left to go back home, and after a few glasses of gluhwein at the Cologne Christmas Market next to a freezing cold Thames, I spent the afternoon in tears with the Brit telling me it was going to be ok.
I bought a pair of bright red Wellingtons. Which I plan to spend the rest of my life in. I feel like Princess Anne going on a hunt in the Cotswolds.
I feel the need to milk a cow when I wear them.
Still, yesterday was spent much of the afternoon suffering the void of my SA-bound madre.
Poen - now sitting in Kenya - is giving me advice on Seasonal Affective Disorder. Which may also be contributing to everything.
I have SAD.
I am missing my friends and family something chronic.