I've been away from home for the past two weeks, a long time it seems to me. And I enjoyed every day I was away for. But there's something exciting about driving down a familiar road, knowing that every moment you're getting closer to home.
Then there's that moment when the front door opens and a crowd of siblings clusters round, all excited to see me, and all talking at once. So much news to catch up on! So many things I missed while I was away. So many little things of life to share.
"We missed you," they say. And I missed them. Two weeks is such a long time to be away from my family.
It's time to pick up the threads of life again. What was I doing before I went away? It's funny, but I can't remember. It can't have been all that important. So instead I'll think of important things to do, like hug my sisters, talk with my mum, have fun with my siblings. Important things like spending time with my family. Because, after all, what is more important than that?