When I was a child, my mother was the guardian of several Thai children/teens sent by parentals to study/ learn English in NZ. These children would normally homestay at other houses, or attend boarding school, so didn't generally stay with us. We had a 3 bedroom home with 4 children and 2 adults (the number of rooms and people varied) and def didn't meet the requirements for a homestay, which in NZ involves the student having their own room with desk etc. No way there was space for that in our house.
One girl, (I think 13, but maybe older or younger) had just arrived in NZ and stayed a couple of nights with us before going to her homestay. My sisters and I were sharing a room at the time and she was put in with us (possibly one of us went into my brother's, much smaller room to make space). Every night she cried. Just, inconsolable crying. She'd be "happy as Larry" during the day and even getting into bed, but once in bed lying there in the dark, she'd cry. She didn't want to be in our house in NZ. She wanted to be at home. That means homesickness to me.
I have never been homesick. Not when I stayed over at friend's houses. Not at school holidays with my Granny and Grandpa. Not when I went to Otago. And not now, in Ireland.
I do miss things though. I miss people. I miss places. I miss foods. I miss smells. I miss events. I miss cuddles. I miss Wellington wind. I miss hugs. I even miss scoldings from my mother late at night when we are both too tired.
I don't miss them all the time and I count my blessings that I have such amazing things in my life to miss.
I am very happy to be here in Ireland. My work is pleasant, but it's really too boring for me to enjoy. I'm enjoying the amount of time I get to spend blogging, but I'd rather be out doing things. We did not move to Ireland so that I could be a receptionist. Seriously, I wouldn't be a receptionist in NZ. Not to belittle receptionists! My job is a temp job with minimal training and the desk is very quiet. I spend most of my day at a desk alone reading blogs and looking at the clock (3.20pm, 40min until afternoon tea break, 1hr 40min until end of day). I can not wait until it is over!
Beau and I have decided that I will probably stop working late July. It was good for me to have a job earlier, when he hadn't been paid yet. I get paid weekly and steady income is your friend. However, now he has started getting paid, much more than me, but he is still working these mad weekend shifts, so we don't see much of each other. We can't even really plan holidays 'cause we don't see each other enough to talk about it. I enjoy having time alone to myself in the apartment, and I expect Beau does too, but we also like having time together! After July Beau will still work a bit, but I'll be free when he's free so we can go on road trips and long not-weekends. Yays.
So, if I'm commenting on your blog heaps saying I miss you and am Jellus of you getting to do stuff and hang out with other ppl in NZ. I'm not lying, it's all true. However, I'm really excited to be other here and meeting new people and going new places and proving to myself that once again I can go somewhere I know noone and make friends and a life of my own. Also, when I'm not chained to a computer 35hrs a week, don't be surprised to see a down-turn in the blogging and commenting!
I can't wait until the work bit of my working holiday visa is finished!
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