I miss...

        I miss the times I've spend in the UK , without the parents without the pressure...without the incredible heat and humidity....I miss that. 



         And I miss you. 



        I know we talk on skype almost every day, I know we've called each other a number of times when possible and when credit allows it..., but it's just not quite the same when I go home for a hug and all I get is air...and the innocent looking teddy bears that I brought back to Taiwan with me. 



        I miss not having to work pressure...money was an issue but we dealt with it ok. Now I'm constantly being chased after by cases that I cannot finish in time and work that I am too tired to keep. I know I do alright. I go looking for cases once I'm free for over two days. But once they come my way I get sick and tired and wish I've never done that. 



        I miss the beautiful weathers that occasionally come our way. I miss the freezing cold and the lovely snow that falls through the night surprising us with a fairy tale like world. 



        I miss you. 



        I miss us going shopping together planning dinner on the way. I miss talking nonsense cuddling together. I miss our movie marathons that saw a bunch of classics. I miss sitting together on our second hand sofa watching QI and Mock the week, and laughing so hard that none of us can breathe. 



        I miss being respected as a translator/interpreter. Once upon a time, not so long ago when I said my major people would open their eyes in amazement and say "It must be very difficult!" For most of them only spoke English and knowing another language is a concept too much to bear. Here, now, it is more like "Oh, so you are good in English? So are a dozen others."...the myth of being good in English equals being a good translator baffles me, each and every time especially when I have to correct whatever crap these people produce. 



        I miss being a student. My biggest worry in life was to pass or flunk a test I could resit or fail a report that I could rewrite. My free time was dedicated to travelling and even if not on the road, I could hop on a bus and ride along the country side enjoying the nice weather and the brilliant sun. 



        And still, I miss you. 



        I miss our trips to York , to Alnwick, to Durham , to Peterborough , and even just to Huddersfield or Alexander Park down the road. I miss how we never ran out of things to talk about and dreams to share and future trips to plan. 



        I know I'll see you soon. In another 6 months I plan on getting everything sorted and with help from above, you will be here to pick me up and share your suitcase space for me to load it with crap. But even that feels too far too long too desperate to hang on to. I wish it were right now. I hope time would fly...but not so much when I've got cases with an approaching deadline. 



        And I'll see you soon. Until then, I'll keep on missing you, and everything else along with it.