blaze

Fun avatar!

LeedsGirl

Thank you !

dgsyd1

If we had gone when we usually go, then we would have arrived back here yesterday, but circumstances dictated that a trip back home just wasn't possible this year. I have to say i'm well gutted about that, although I am already making plans and saving for next May. I can't say i'm looking forward to being on a plane for 8 hours with a 3 year old though :scared:

ladyofthelake

Well, I wouldn't say he's quite that bad. I do understand where he's coming from to a point. I would be miserable if I had to work 7 days a week, knowing the rest of the family was off having a nice holiday too. That's why I didn't force the issue or just go anyway. Doesn't stop me from wishing I had gone. No need to feel bad for me though, he's a good, hard working guy, we just have the odd issues to work out once in a while, like all marriages it's give and take.

blaze

I will have to do the same thing, it's going to be fun!

robskatie

I think you have exactly the right attitude, if the shoe were on the other foot and it was my husband saying to me "well I'm just going to go anyway" we would be on a downward spiral to divorce, marriage is about give and take and we can't always carry on and get our own way, besides it doesn't sound like he had much control over being able to go.
Sending you some karma, hope you all get to go home together soon

CaliforniaBride

I used to feel like that when I was going back 2 or 3 times a year. I suppose I hadn't really put down roots then. It was as if I didn't really live here. But now I feel settled here, mostly due to not going back, so I know the unsettling feeling is going to bother me more.

I will be taking a trip back for a week at xmas, but then it's going to be a long time before I'll get to go back. I suppose I'm feeling anxious abbout not being able to go back too.

CaliforniaBride

And how was it?

DarrenP

I never consider it 'holidaying', cos it really isn't. I've got a sister in Glasgow, brother in Cambridge, father in north London, sisters and old friends in south London and mother in Devon. Cramming that amount of travel into a couple of weeks is nothing but a ROYAL pain in the arse. Sometimes I just feel like saying 'right, I'll be in this boozer at this time. Anyone wants to come and see me then feel free!'.
BUT I absolutely love going back to see family a couple of really close mates. I dread leaving day cos of the gutwrenching lump in the throat feeling of saying goodbye to everyone for the next year or more. Especially my sisters kids after they've gotten to know their uncle Daz all over again.

I usually see a lot of change in the year I've been away. Britons in general are a funny bunch, and I find it harder to relate as time goes by. The younger lot at least, are obsessed with fashion, their mobile phones (for ****s sake stop texting someone while Im talking to you), Big Brother or some other shite that was on TV the night before and most annoying of all, smalltime celebrities. I find their obsession with that particularly bemusing, and of course I never know who the F they're on about discussing this bird from that band or this bloke from that telly show whos going out with whoever. So then of course my mind starts to wander and I realise I dont really fit anymore.

So yeah, all in all it's definitely a very stressful, uprooting and upsetting time. I never ever consider it a holiday. I swear though, If everyone I really cared about lived over here, I would probably never think about Britain at all. Much. Or something.

Elvira

To me it's not a holiday either - it's just going home, re-charging my batteries, connecting with real life. I don't have any family left there bar a brother who might as well live on another planet, but I miss gossipping and going out with my friends. Plus the culture of course! [Luckily I don't know anyone who is into minor celebrities and Big Brother... ]

TruBrit

lol same for me...it's not a holiday it's home

blaze

[QUOTE=DarrenP] I've got a sister in Glasgow, brother in Cambridge, father in north London, sisters and old friends in south London and mother in Devon. Cramming that amount of travel into a couple of weeks is nothing but a ROYAL pain in the arse. Sometimes I just feel like saying 'right, I'll be in this boozer at this time. Anyone wants to come and see me then feel free!'.




Ditto! The thought of all the travelling is not too nice, only because I wouldn't be able to go for more than 10 days and it's a lot to fit it . Some of my family have moved since I was last home so now they all live in a big triangle spread across Britain (not as big as your triangle though! ). I don't know how I'm going to manage the travelling with a little one in tow. It won't be this year (well not until later in the year at least) because it's too flippin' expensive plus, can you imagine what we're going to spend in petrol! :scared:

blaze

Right on sister!

TruBrit

Sally

The brassy "culture" has taken over. A good time consists of falling out of a taxi bawling your head off. Then the old folk all want £400 a week pension because they "paid their stamp" of 3/6 and were traumatised by being 5 in the second World War.