Home. I don't even talk like that about my home country now that home is really here. And not because we own our fourth house in this country. And even in spite of the fact that we always feel like "accidental immigrants."
I can hardly believe that I was there this year. January feels so so distant from the sad "shores" of early September! Sigh...
Talking of shores, I never shared
Last week, on the morning I had my conversation with NH s/he asked if I'd gone to Brazil in the summer and when I said with sadness in my voice that I probably would only be back there in 2016 s/he asked "Why?" "Because I cannot afford it!" I answered, to which s/he retorted, "Oh, that's right, you have kids!" (and then I added that we're going to the Middle East + Europe(hopefully!) next summer with my in-laws and that's also why I can't afford to go to Brazil as well).
Anyway... I thought it was pretty bad timing to be talking about the fact that I can hardly ever go to Brazil while they didn't even wanted to offer me a full-time job. Sigh...
Yeah, we know that going back is not a "cure-all" solution and never would be, but sometimes it feels like it would help.
The lovely beaches (thousands of miles away from where we'd live, haha!) would be nice too. ;-)