Pangs of homesickness

Only a month before I leave to go back to New Zealand for a 4 week holiday. Bithiah, Andrea and Eric are also coming down. When I was in LA last weekend I bought some old photo frames at the Fairfax Market. Tonight I painted them black and added a high gloss to clean them up. I was intending on putting nothing in them and then went to put some black and white photos of San Francisco landmarks in them. Thought that was really cheesy so that idea got nixed. I ended up going through all my old photographs from about age 20 till now. I decided to put in photographs that reminded me of really happy times in my life. There were many memories captured from my time in the West Indies on The Sir Francis Drake and ones from when I first met some of my closest friends in New Zealand. Whenever I get the photos out the inevitable happens....I get homesick and really start missing everyone that I don't have around me here in San Francisco. When I used to get this feeling I would pretty much start making plans to head back to NZ, I've done it 3 times before, just packed up everything and moved home. I don't feel like I could do that anymore. I don't know if the roots have grown too deep or I am happier here and the memories of life in NZ is enough to keep my spontaneous and often rash return at bay. I said to myself I will make no serious decisions about life, business or education until I return from NZ. I have a lump in my throat thinking about how I have grown away from my family,friends and country. I'm going to leave the photos alone next time I stay in on a Saturday night by myself! I think a month should quench any desire I have to move back.....besides I feel that things here are going in such a positive direction for me at the moment preceeded by quite a long period of stagnation. There are business possibilites on the horizon, an unexpected romance which surprises me more as it develops and the promise of some amazing end of summer sailing. When I think of the bigger picture all I really want is to be surrounded by those I love and a good breeze to fill my sails.
And a bottle of Sailor Jerry wouldn't hurt either....sans hangover!