On the plane back from London yesterday I overhead someone saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”. Shortly after that I fell into a deep sleep and must have taken those words with me as the brief dream I had, were inspired by those very words.
I realized that this would be the first Christmas that I have spent outside of the UK. When you think about how much traveling that I have done I found that odd. Maybe I just love the comforts of going back to see my family, the smell of one of my mothers lovely Sunday roasts, or maybe it’s just the human instinct that tells me that were all alone at some point. We all need to be with those we know and love.
This year has without doubt been the year that I have had the least amount of contact with my family. I’ve been merely too busy with the launch of my site and my debut novel. If I am honest, I do not know where this year has gone.
That is not to say that I don’t think about my family. There are always little reminders here in Sweden of the trivial things that I miss. Not being able to get mint sauce, seeing Chelsea play without my dad swearing at the TV and even the sound of my father’s old car trying to kick into gear.
Back in the summer I upgraded my phone and had an old IPhone 3GS that I gave to my dad. He is certainly not highly technical yet in the past few weeks we have communicated by a variety of apps that clearly make the distance between us smaller than it is.
Yes, absence may make the heart grow fonder, yet the world we live in today means we can communicate far easier with those we love.
