So I wrote a tongue in cheek post last week about being back in the UK, but if I am honest, it was fairly emotional. I was in the UK for exactly 12 days (my last day doesn’t count as I just went straight to the airport when I woke up). In my job, I only get 10 days holiday a year, so I needed to try and get a balance of catching up with my friends, spending time with my family and actually having a bit of a rest too.
I felt like a child on Christmas Day walking through the exit doors and seeing my mum at Manchester Airport. Words can’t describe how long we had waited for that moment.
I then promptly tucked into a warm Greggs sausage roll (I had waited quite a long time for that too – sorry Mum!) although I did accidentally speak Thai to the server who just looked bemused! I also won’t mention how I almost missed my connecting flight in Dubai, save that the kind Emirates staff let me board despite the gate being closed, but only once I had given my poor mum heart failure by announcing dramatically that I was stuck in Dubai.
I had butterflies about going back. I have now lived in Bangkok for 18 months and been back to the UK twice, both in difficult circumstances, which I feel in turn clouded my view of it.
Third time lucky I guess, for I had an amazing time, catching up with most people, eating my favourite foods, drinking my favourite wine, catching a glimpse of snow, actually enjoying being cold, spending a good 20 minutes wandering around Marks and Spencers food hall just gazing at all of the delicious items, going clothes shopping and not being told that I was far too large for the store even once, and there hasn’t been a chickens foot in sight. You get the gist!
The UK is an awesome country. The scenery is beautiful, the food is amazing and it was lovely to catch up and spend, even just a little time, with the people who know me best. For 12 blissful days I also got to make the most of living in a house with a bath and an oven and actually having someone wish me good morning in person when I woke up - it’s the little things you miss when you no longer have them.
If for whatever reason I had to return back to England permanently tomorrow, I wouldn’t be disappointed or pine for Bangkok like I did when I returned home in April. That’s not to say I don’t love Thailand, I do and I know I am so lucky to live in an amazing country, but it’s also nice to realise that I still love the UK as well.
I am now back in Bangkok and life as Annnn-nnnahhh continues as normal. I have major plans for this year, and I am excited to see what unfolds.
To my friends and family in the UK, thank you so much for an incredible two weeks. I love you all lots.