I wrote this little story a month ago, just for myself… But I thought I would share it. when I wrote it, I was still travelling in Europe, but I am now back home for a few months. Here it goes…!
As I sit here on my way to Malaga, I am 3 weeks away from going home. Canada. I have talked about Canada so much while being abroad, and by doing so have really made myself miss it.
I miss Timmy’s.
Popping in and getting a double double and a boston cream for like, $2. Instead of the delicious espresso that they have in Europe.
I miss the politeness of the people.
Opening doors for you, saying thank you, and seeing people saying sorry to a tree they’ve walked into while texting.
I miss my family.
5 of my cousins have been pregnant while I’ve been away, and I’ve missed seeing it all happen. My parents call me all the time to tell me they miss me, and I miss them too. My sister moved into a new apartment, my aunt moved to Toronto, my dad retired. So much has happened in a year.
I miss the routine.
Not really, but sometimes. The 9-5, the steady pay, the design work. It’s a lot easier when the cash comes in every 2 weeks, instead of my current freelance job when god knows when my next paycheck will me.
I miss my friends.
I miss going out with them, being a regular at the bar, even swinging by to my nana’s house. Celebrating birthdays, milestones.
I miss being a citizen.
It’s so hard to be a foreigner sometimes. Feeling left out, struggling with visas, bank accounts, currency, culture.
However much I miss back home, I know it will always be there for me.
I’m going to miss travelling.
The thrill, adventure, unexpected. Meeting new people, new cultures, new everything.
Now reflecting on what I have written, I really did miss all these things, and being home I am feeling so happy to be around people who know and care about me.
Thank you for reading xo Like this post if you read all the way through xo
Katy Bird xo