H is for home

So today I fly back home, to Utrecht. I actually have two homes; the one where I live and where my life happens, in Utrecht, the Netherlands, and Rugby, England, my default home, where my family are and where I feel completely comfortable and safe.

Leaving one home for the other is always a bit emotional - when I am flying out of Amsterdam to Birmingham with the prospect of four or five days ahead of me in England, I always feel excited, but calm and relaxed. When I fly back to Amsterdam and have to leave England, the emotional farewell always taints it a bit and I usually feel sad, even though I want to go back home to Utrecht.

This visit has been particularly emotional because of the recent news about cancer and so of course my family have been keen to see me and spend time with me (who can blame them?). It's also been lots of fun, spending time with my sister and the kids, the usual fits of giggles with my sister, we've been swinging between laughter and tears quite a lot of the time or a combination of both. Watching a movie called 'Sisters' was always going to have the potential to be a tear-jerker but it was such a bad film, that it was quite good and we were both crying with laughter at various points.. think I was doubled up and couldn't breathe at one point. Better to be doubled up with laughter than in pain....

So after 5 days at home, I'm heading back to Utrecht, to my lovely husband, Ed and back to reality, radiotherapy starts tomorrow... 9am sharp! ooofff