I speak to my sisters quite often on the phone. A lot more often than when I was first here, twenty years ago. Calls from Oz to the UK can be relatively cheap these days and I'm glad because as I get older it seems so much more important and necessary, for the three of us, to talk to eachother.
When I woke this morning I felt a kind of emptiness; a sadness, and this is dreadful because I live a wonderful life and have absolutely nothing to be sad or feel 'empty' about. So I've put it down to the fact that my family are gathering for a wonderful lunch together and I won't be there.
It's time to do the mental 'balance sheet' with pluses and minuses. What have these 28 years in Australia given me and what has the distance from 'home' taken away? I see a huge weight on the Australian side of the scales. And this is not a materialistic scale.
So I will enjoy my day in this paradise I live in and be with my sisters in spirit. I love them.
Happy Birthday, Gill.
