In less than two weeks from today I will be flying home.
I did once look at the huge number of things I need to pack
and the size of my suitcases but I just ended up frightening myself. Since then
I’ve been supressing the fact that, at some point, I won’t just be able to
lounge around listening to Eurovision songs in Icelandic and will actually have
to do something productive like packing.
Anyway, today is not about Tetris games or how Icelandic
would actually be a really cool language to learn.
Instead, I would like to publically thank my family and
friends back home for everything. So,
here it is:
Dear Family and Friends,
This year was totally self-inflicted. I knew it was coming
and still whinged, cried and went on and on at you about it.
Yet, you’ve all been more than patient when I’ve woken you
up at 7am your time because, well, I’d been up for at least 4 hours and fancied
a chat. You’ve searched for that scrap of paper with my internet password
written on it because I was an idiot and forgot it. You’ve kept me in Digestive
biscuits and Earl Grey. You have commiserated with me when I, for the hundredth
time, complain about how massive a cultural divide there is between Britain and
Russia. You’ve visited me, kept me in the loop back home and made sure I still feel
a part of things.
You have, in short, been the best family and friends ever. I
don’t deserve a bit of how patient and supportive you’ve been, but somehow that
didn’t matter to you.
So, THANKYOU all so much. I can’t wait to see you and I
promise not to say the ‘R’ word too often.
With Love From Russia (That time doesn't count!)
Me x
