Happy New Year,
Just about settled in now after arriving back to Toronto 2 weeks ago. I went home for Christmas and what an amazing 10 days they were, besides the tiredness (I couldn't sleep for some reason, 10 days of jet lag maybe? haha). I didn't go back last Christmas so it was extra special that I went this year.
One of the things I was most excited about was seeing my niece, Nancy. I was a little concerned however that she would be a bit strange with me, understandable for a 4 year old who hasn't seen someone in a long time, however she couldn't of been more excited to see me. She ran towards me with arms out, squeezed me, then followed me over to the couch, squeezed my arm and said " Zita J, I really missed you when you went on your long holiday". My heart still breaks thinking of that.
My 10 days were spent with my family, friends, eating, drinking and more eating. I think I had nearly every takeaway in Cork. I even got a 3 in 1 one night, haven't got one since I was like 15 but sure I apparently missed it. Its funny the things you miss when you're away. You get stuff sent to you that you wouldn't normally eat when your at home but when you do have them you think they are the best things you've ever eaten. Like double decker bars, never use to have them, got one sent to me in Toronto, nicest thing I have ever eaten haha. Weirdos the lot of us.. or just me maybe.
Being at home made it really hard to come back to Toronto. Firstly, the weather was amazing, it only rained once and the sun shined nearly every day. Secondly Cork looked really well, busy with lots of new places opened which made me happy to see. It made me very proud, not that I wasn't proud before but I think you just don't appreciate things until you have been away from them for awhile. Be very proud of Cork those of you rebels reading this, it rocks! Lastly, what made it really hard to leave was my family and friends, I had such great nights out with my friends and that was something I was really missing. Saying goodbye all over again wasn't easy. When it came to my family, saying goodbye was like the first time I did back in July 2015, that horrible feeling at the bottom of your stomach. I don't think it every gets easier. When I think back about crying and cuddling Nancy, while she stared at me strangely realizing that this whole counting down sleeps thing leads to sad times too, was by far the hardest part when getting back on that plane.
Now back in chilly Toronto what the future has in store, I am not sure. January, besides being the best month ever (cough cough My Birthday is the 29th, start saving) this is the month were decisions need to be made. Do I apply for permanent residency? Do I try extend for another 2 years or do I pack up the life I have made for the last year and a half and come home in July?
Who knows...
Talk soon xxx
Zita J
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