
Going home was great. Sometimes I get back to Dublin & find myself in a mad panic to see as many people as possible. Which ends up being mostly both of our families & I leave with a sense of guilt at not having seen a lot more folk that I would have liked to. I love catching up with family & spending time with them, but often our short stays at home {a couple of nights} means that we don't get to see many friends. This time was different though...we went home for a week! I can't remember the last time I was home for that long. I have taken some time off work {until July so as to focus on my final semester in college} & R had holidays due, so it was all hunky dory to head back home for longer than normal. I got to meet up with long time friends, see family...aunties, uncles and cousins I hadn't seen in a while, meet new additions & hang out with R. So brucey bonus all round!
My folks were so thrilled with the party we had for their 40th anniversary {can you imagine?!} I'm not too sure how surprised they were in the end, as they had an idea that something was going on. Me Ma was trying to ring around friends & family to invite them over to theirs for a celebration, but she kept saying that everyone was a little vague about it, plus we think she came across an invitation over at my sisters place, ho was doing all the arranging & organising. But it was all good & there was smiles and laughter, followed by cake, cake & more cake...oh and a few glasses obligatory of champagne thrown in!
I was in such a grump when I came back to London {it nearly always happens after being home} poor R got the brunt of it. I've spent the last couple of days not doing much, even though R is still on holidays, neither of us had the energy or were in the mood. But today is sunny & smiles, were off to a gallery & St. Pauls. It just takes me a few days to settle back into our life here after our whirl wind trips back home. When I go home a part of me longs for the life of those close to me there...a nice house of my own, kids, a car...the domestic life, yet that doesn't seem so relevant to R & I when we are in London. I tend to fall out of sync with life in London & pine for life in Dublin. The grass is always greener & all that jazz.