Not the best start...
So, I've started so I will finish... famous last words. I want to carry on my story from the summer. We got as far as the end of the winter 15 season - and well summer just hit! My first season living in a foreign country was a complete baptism of fire, but I loved every minute of it.
However, the main reason that I have not continued to blog was that my life took another big diversion. There I was waiting for summer one minute, just around the corner, but then something happened. The dreaded phone call from the UK.
My sister called, and I had received several missed calls while I was out. Even typing this sentence brings back the fear and anxiety from that day. Mum was in hospital in a serious condition and I was advised to fly home that evening to say my goodbyes. I felt numb and pain at the same time. I was devastated. Only 3 months before, Mum and I had hugged, cried and said good-bye, but on the promise that we would be seeing each other again in the summer - just a few months away.
It seems that someone else had other plans however, and I was thrown into a spiral of grief and despair. Living on a Greek island, it was impossible to get home that evening, infact, I could not fly home until Saturday, three days later. I went through every conceivable emotion, waiting for my phone to ring to confirm my worse fears.
Mum made it through the night, and up until Friday when I was due to fly home the next day, she remained in a critical but stable condition. During phone calls to my sister, I could hear beeping of monitors and people crying in the background - none of this seemed real - it felt as it was happening to someone else. Finally Saturday arrived and I flew back to the Uk to face the music.
However, the main reason that I have not continued to blog was that my life took another big diversion. There I was waiting for summer one minute, just around the corner, but then something happened. The dreaded phone call from the UK.
My sister called, and I had received several missed calls while I was out. Even typing this sentence brings back the fear and anxiety from that day. Mum was in hospital in a serious condition and I was advised to fly home that evening to say my goodbyes. I felt numb and pain at the same time. I was devastated. Only 3 months before, Mum and I had hugged, cried and said good-bye, but on the promise that we would be seeing each other again in the summer - just a few months away.
It seems that someone else had other plans however, and I was thrown into a spiral of grief and despair. Living on a Greek island, it was impossible to get home that evening, infact, I could not fly home until Saturday, three days later. I went through every conceivable emotion, waiting for my phone to ring to confirm my worse fears.
Mum made it through the night, and up until Friday when I was due to fly home the next day, she remained in a critical but stable condition. During phone calls to my sister, I could hear beeping of monitors and people crying in the background - none of this seemed real - it felt as it was happening to someone else. Finally Saturday arrived and I flew back to the Uk to face the music.
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