What a difference a Voicemail makes...

I got a missed call on my phone yesterday, and after much deliberation of trying to get through to my voicemail, I discovered on my break at work that the person trying to ring me had been my Mum. She was phoning to tell me that she was sat at the Opera House Bar with a glass of shiraz, gazing at the Opera House, Circular Quay, the Harbour Bridge and Luna Park, and that she was thinking of me and missing me.

Well... I just broke down in tears, overcome with emotion! Firstly I was just so relieved to hear from her cos then I knew that her and Dad had arrived in Sydney alright for their three week holiday that they've been looking forward to for so long. Then I was just so happy for her cos she's finally made it back to her homeland after nearly thirty years of living in England. Then I was just so sad... cos I miss Sydney so much and I wanted nothing more than to be sat there with her and to show her my favourite place in the whole world. And, of course, I was sad because my Mum and Dad are on the other side of the planet and, frankly, that's just too far away! It was ok when I was there but it's not ok now!

I just thought it was funny cos, even though it's nine months since I left Australia I still miss it, painfully at times. I've been thinking about the future a lot recently (it's what comes with three emails a day about careers fairs)... maybe I am meant to live there after all. Hmmm. I mean, for crying out loud, I saw a box of Arnott's Pizza Shapes on Neighbours the other day and nearly broke down with grief! What does that tell you?

That's right.... I'm a wee bit weird. Ok, rant over!