A little bit homesick

Today, or rather this weekend, has been the first time that I’ve had a twinge of homesickness since I’ve been in Singapore. I’m not sure if it’s because it was a nice quiet weekend, the sort of weekend when I would have brunch and dinner plans every day to make sure I had time to catch up with all the friends I don’t get to see as much as I would like. Or maybe it was because I’ve been here for over a month, so it feels like it’s time for my monthly trip back to the Shire, but whatever the reason, I was in a bit of a sad grump on Sunday.

            I tried to power on through – I went to my golf class, we visited a foodie market and then met Kev for a long lunch before heading back to the flat to clean and try desperately to crack on with series two of Game of Thrones, but it was just what my Grandma would have called “a dumpy day”, and there’s very little you can do with a dumpy day, other than just sit it out and hope it’s finished by the next morning.

            As a nice little surprise my parents eventually (almost) managed to get Skype up and running on the computer at home, so we had time for a little chat and a tour around the flat as we've only been able to speak on the phone up to now, so that was quite lovely. 

            Maybe more time in the pool and the gym will help. I suppose that now it’s been long enough for me to miss home, it’s been long enough for me to stop trying anything and everything just because it’s new, and to get back on the straight and narrow. Well, Monday is as good a day as any to hit the veggies and avoid all the good things like cheese and bread I suppose. Hopefully that will help at least a little bit!