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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/677032-Wistful
by Sarah
Rated: 18+ · Book · Biographical · #1204616
An African's Anecdotes and Accoutrements
#677032 added November 20, 2009 at 5:28pm
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Wistful...
I’ve been trying to find a different word to describe the nostalgia enveloping me this week. There are a few reasons for this, so consider yourselves warned because this is going to be a “Me Myself I” entry. You might want to walk away now...

Tomorrow marks the third anniversary of our move from Greece to Turkey. The idea is thoroughly depressing, because living here over the last year has been very depressing - when is that bastard Allen Stanford going to stand trial??? I wish I could celebrate, but sadly I can’t. I don't like living here. The solution? Focus on the positive: visits from my Australian nephew and his wife, my brother and his family, Denis and Denise, Roy and Victoria, Arthur AND the three weeks my Malawian family will be with us from December 20.

Tomorrow is my brother’s 40th birthday. He and one of his best friends from school are hosting a huge party at Harare Sports Club. My parents drove up from Bulawayo this morning, and are staying with my mother in law. It feels weird to not be going, and talking to mum this afternoon I realised it’s the first time she’s stayed in my house in Harare without me. Focus on the positive: no hangover Sunday morning.

My friends Jules, Kate, Alberta and Cathy all had lunch today. We did a few lunches when I went back to Zim in September, and it was great. I so wanted to be there today, because it’s Jules’ 50th birthday on Sunday, and today’s lunch was for Jules. Focus on the positive: good memories of the last lunches, and hopefully not too long before I enjoy another lunch with my girlfriends. Oh, and no after-lunch hangover.

This morning I learned a friend’s father passed away last month, and we didn’t know because our friend is on a farm and has had no telephone for the last two months. His dad developed a heart problem, and just faded away. This news made me think of Joy, Ivan’s aunt who died while we were in Zimbabwe, having endured eight months of chemo for bone cancer and been given the “so far so good” story. She died 48 hours after they discovered the cancer had spread to her brain. Focus on the positive: my friend’s phone is working. Hmmm, that’s all I can get, because I haven’t had the guts yet to remove Joy from my Skype contacts. It has to be done, but seems so final.

It’s not all doom and gloom: Wednesday I took my Greek friend Antigone around the Ege shopping centre. We had a great time, found some delicious chocolate, drank some great coffee and bought some nice clothes.

The doctor’s receptionist in Zim who mixed up my blood test results with another patient’s finally got the right results. After confirming I didn’t need an ECG for my doctor in South Africa she told me my cholesterol has gone down from 6.3 to 5.6... okay, it needs to go to around 5.2, but at least it hasn’t gone up!

My thumb is much better, and thankfully it was on the left hand, so my love of Bejewelled and Farming has flourished because I am right-handed and could use my mouse with ease. *Blush* Oh, and I also finished my article on Amethyst mythology.

Still, it’s going to be a tough weekend. I hate being homesick. And melancholy. And nostalgic.



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