2 months sure goes by fast.

This morning the alarm went off early and it was up for a final check of the packing and a weighing of the suitcase.

Then the moment we were all not looking forward to, the big goodbye at the airport.

It was so good to see the two of them again, especially after our November trip home was cancelled last year for a back operation.

I was honestly amazed at how well S1’s Mum (P1) coped with the travelling. Her eyesight is going and shes a natural worrier normally, but she did amazingly well with everything we threw at her including some ‘difficult’ countries.

P2 (S1’s Dad) was his normal calm and collected self through out the trip but what did surprise me however was just how excited he got about parts of the trip. He also managed to find out about entire sections of his past from various distant relatives which made this trip all the more special for both him and P1, but also for S1 and I.

When S1 and I moved to the UK 3 years ago we both decided we would do everything we could to help them get this far. It makes us both very happy that not only can we tick that off the list, but that they saw more of this part of the world than we ever thought they would manage.

I hate departure areas in Airports. Goodbyes always seem so final.

My own mum said the other day [i]”Some days you seem so very far away, and other days it feels as though you have just walked through my door.”[/i]

For the last two months having P1 and P2 literally walk through the door made the world feel suddenly so very small. However the moment they disappeared through the departure gates a giant chasm opened up splitting the world back into two and making everything seem so very far away again.

I think it might be a hard couple of weeks to re-adjust to us being “2 people alone in a foreign country” all over again…