What’s it like to visit home for the first time after you’ve emigrated? The key word is VISIT. There are so many posts about what is it like when you return from travelling but what is it like when you know you are only stopping by for a visit rather than just returning to normal life? I’ll tell you.
Emigrating is a selfish decision. Yep I’m allowed to say it, I’m the one who emigrated after all. I made my decision knowing that leaving would upset a lot of people and it made me feel like a horrible, awful person. So I done a Q&A with my Mum, to find out the true effect on the family that’s left behind. Hopefully this will be a useful insight for other parents/’grown up’ children who are in the same situation!
I can’t believe that I’ve now been in America for a month! To help me settle into my new home and country, my Mum is spoiling me and each month she’ll be sending me a box of some of my favourite British food (read as: sweets/candy…) and a few of the items that I didn’t have space for when I first packed to move here! I received my first box during the week so I thought I’d share what was included!
One of the hardest things about emigrating is that I can’t help but feel I’m losing out on the precious time I should be spending with my Grandparents (and Parents). I’m in my late 20’s and I feel lucky to still have 2 out of 4 living, they were able to see their oldest Grandchild get married, they even witnessed the proposal (even though it did nearly give my Grandad a heart attack!) and I’m proud to have been able to let them have that experience. They’ve watched me grow up, but have you ever wondered what it was like when they were growing up? ASK them! LEARN from them! It’s amazing and you won’t regret it.
Today, my parents have been married for 30 years. Yay! Go them! I couldn’t have wished for better parents, they are my best friends and my inspiration and I wouldn’t have it any other way. For nearly 28 years I have lived with them at home. I see things in the news saying ‘oh it’s sad, children are still living at home at 30’, yes maybe, but part of me never wanted to move out and it’s not because it’s a ‘cushy’ lifestyle.
How bad do I feel? I’m the eldest ‘child’, my parents had my sister so I’d always have a friend in life no matter what. And now I’m moving 4000 miles away with a whole ocean between us. I hope we NEVER feel like we are an only child because we won’t get to see each other as often as we may like, no matter how far apart we are we will always be Sisters and I’ll always be on the end of a FaceTime call. So this post, is for you, my (soon to be *sniff*) long distance Sister, Lisa.
You have been my home for the past 28 years and now it’s almost coming to an end. I have been given the final date to have my interview to become a permanent resident of that big ole country on the other side of the pond. Leaving is going to be bitter sweet. Part of me doesn’t want to go…at all. You have kept me alive and healthy for this long and gave me an education and for that, I’ll eternally be grateful. I love the way that no matter where I stand, I am never more than 70miles from the sea. You better have plenty of cod stocks available during my visits home, because I’m telling you now, I plan to binge on fish and chips from a chip shop whenever I return! …you might want to make sure there’s lots of Cadburys chocolate around too…
Because of my travels, I have been out of the country for two Mother’s Days. It does make me feel a little guilty and I’m fully aware that when I emigrate, I’m going to miss a lot more. But if I can do something that still makes us feel close, even though I’m on the other side of the world, I’ll do it! When I was a kid, my Mum used to do treasure hunts for us to keep us entertained, now I’m older, I’m returning the favour! It obviously takes a bit of planning, for example, this year I had to lay it all out on the Wednesday before I left for Mexico, ready for Mother’s Day on the Sunday.