I know, I know I was waxing lyrical about Malta in my last
blog. So after only four days here why
do I feel suddenly so low. I mean people
come here on two week breaks and are probably happier during this fortnight
than the rest of their year. So why
after four days am I feeling the pull of all things familiar? It’s not the place to be honest, having been
brought up in Northern Ireland I can honestly say its faults are branded into
my memory banks. But it is the people. You remember all the people that mean so
much to you and a longing to see them, laugh together, hug them sweeps over
you. It swamps all the present beauty
around me and in this beautiful spot I see that I am strangely bereft. My Dad used to say Irish homesickness is a
terminal disease. I suddenly know what
he means. You feel the tug of all those
who love you and the passing of each 24 hours without them seems
unendurable. The clock is ticking, on
which we have an allotted span and it is intolerable to waste a moment. So to all of you back home hug close those
you hold dear. Have those conversations,
walks and hugs. Take delight in being
so close, don’t waste a second in arguments.
that's so sweet, i do hope you will be happy in malta,missing you also. x
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