These are the objects I find myself missing the most:
1. My cookbooks
2. My salad spinner
3. My bed
Oh! Wait! No, bed is #1.
1. My bed
2. Salad spinner
Oh, no. Hold on. I miss my cookbooks more than I miss the salad spinner, but I NEED the salad spinner more than the cookbooks.
I’ll try again.
2. All my cookbooks, even the ones I left at my son’s house, and the ones I gave away or sold in the yard sale. I want to sit and look at pictures of pretty pastries and cakes and other things I shouldn’t be eating.
3. My salad spinner. Wow, I just realized that I was imagining in my head my old red and white salad spinner instead of my newer, bright green, and better salad spinner. It’s been so long, I am forgetting what I own.
4. The rest of my knitting needles so I can start more WIPs. I brought my best yarn with me.
5. Pretty bowls, so I can make giant salads, mix bread, and even set one on the counter with fruit in it. Oh yes! That really pretty blue pottery bowl that Craig bought for me at the SLC farmers market! I miss that one!
6. All the books I was in the middle of reading, since I am incapable of reading one book at a time or actually finishing a book before I start another.
9. I guess that’s it. Eight things.
The top eight things I miss, that are still in a port in California (and tentatively scheduled to sail on March 14. Of this year. I hope. God, I hope they meant this year!)
This blog post was a bad idea. As I was searching through my photo archives for appropriate pics, I realized that what I miss isn’t these things, (well sorta) but what I really miss is my home and my family and my friends, my friends who are my family, and Utah, yes, I even miss Utah.
This act of giving up so much to get some other thing you really want is hard. The conflicting emotions stretch me across the world. I want to be here in Sydney; I love it here. AND I miss everything and everybody I left behind. AND I love the new people we’ve found here. And the sea, and the shops, and the coffee, and the birds, and the cafes.