I think you've all raised very valid points. Having lived abroad for (almost) 24 years I have experienced various states of mind during those years: not at home in one country, not at home in the other. Before Mummy became ill I was returning to the UK about once every two years and I suppose I had really come to terms with the fact that "home" was the US rather than the UK. However, since she got ill, and zipping backwards and forwards, I have found the whole experience rather unsettling (particularly when people ask me "are you Canadian" or "are you Australian" ) while in the US people comment on my accent. Can't win either way, I suppose. I guess I'm now a tourist in the country of my birth which is odd. At least when Mummy was alive I had a real tie, and now that's gone. I suppose I have been sitting on the fence about the whole nationality thing (not really thinking about coming back to the UK permanently, but keeping my options open) and now I've been dropped into an existential funk (who am I and what am I?). It's disquieting to say the least. I'll just have to work myself back to some level of equilibrium I suppose.
I spent yesterday unpacking my suitcases and am pleased and surprised to report that the only damage was a couple of picture whose glass got broken (lets hear for bubble wrap). Unfortunately, I don't have many places to put all the stuff I brought back so I'm going to have to a) buy more shelving and b) get rid of some of the stuff I already have. Oh, and buy more picture hooks.
Love
Jennifer
I spent yesterday unpacking my suitcases and am pleased and surprised to report that the only damage was a couple of picture whose glass got broken (lets hear for bubble wrap). Unfortunately, I don't have many places to put all the stuff I brought back so I'm going to have to a) buy more shelving and b) get rid of some of the stuff I already have. Oh, and buy more picture hooks.
Love
Jennifer