And they’re going home

Here we are on the lovely Lizzy Line on the way to Farrington. Then we took the train from Farrington to Luton. And then I took the train back to my home and they took the plane to their home.

Whenever my parents come around, I’m happy to see them, but I’m also relieved when they leave and I can return to my routine. Being an adult is strange, having your own life so different and separate from your parents’. Especially when you live in different countries.

I wonder, do they feel the same when I go visit them? The next planned meeting is in September when we’re going to Romania for a wedding. I should ask them then.