Thursday, June 11, 2009

It's a strange feeling

to know that my nearest relative (in any sense of the word) is 6 000 km away.

They're all gone to France for the summer, and I remain the only member of my family this side of the Pond.

I wouldn't say it feels lonely, but it's slightly sobering. I can't rely on my parents at all for the next two months. It's likely that I won't even be in contact with them aside from letters, and those take at least a couple of weeks to cross over.

The baby bird is out of the nest.

2 comments:

Graham Edwards said...

In different guises we are all baby birds leaving the nest throughout our life. And ultimately we leave the nest of life.

Good luck.

two weeks for a letter to cross the Pond? My letters to New Zealand from a remote Scottish Island only take 5 days! But it is downhill of course.

Scriptor Senex said...

Good luck, fledgling. Watch out for eagles!