I’m on a train.
On a train to see my family. Well, some of them.
My family are spread across the world, you see. My bro is in Canada and one of my sisters is in Australia, I’m in London and the rest are back in Essex. We’re pretty spread out.
So today I won’t see my whole family. I’m not sure when we’ll all be together next. But my bro and his Canadian fam are back for a bit so we’re off for a long weekend together, and I’m really looking forward to it.
It’s a times like these I try to remember that life is short, nothing is guaranteed, and we can make of it what we will.
It reminds me of how my mum, having raised five kids, now only gets to see most of us sporadically. That the amount of times we’ll spend together are far less than we’d like to acknowledge.
It reminds me of how many times, in amongst our busyness, that we really have time to spend quality time together. Of how much I love my mum, love my family, and how bittersweet it is that we’re all able to follow our dreams, but in the midst of it to see each other far less.
It’s part of life, I guess. Part of growing up. Part of going from part of your parents family to part of your own.
But it doesn’t make it any less bittersweet.
I guess in life we have to make decisions. We can’t have it all, holding onto something means letting go of something else.
So as I head out of London, my favourite city in all the world, I’m thankful for the life I’ve been blessed to build here.
I’m thankful for being able to spread my wings and build a rich life.
But it’s at times like these I remember the cost of growing up, and I’m thankful we get a chance to come back together.