{"id":4815,"date":"2013-04-24T11:10:33","date_gmt":"2013-04-24T11:10:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/?p=4815"},"modified":"2015-06-08T13:03:02","modified_gmt":"2015-06-08T13:03:02","slug":"soul-plasters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/soul-plasters\/","title":{"rendered":"Soul Plasters*"},"content":{"rendered":"

*The name I give to the little trips I take home from time to time. \u00a0The little trips that help keep this particular Expat going…<\/p>\n

They give me the opportunity to reaffirm my sense of self, complete with the added bonus of \u00a0the chance to catch up with a few “history friends” (the term I give to those who have known me for many years) – \u00a0although I never get to see as many as I would like…<\/p>\n

Soul Plasters help me feel renewed and allow me to re-bond with those important, and let me remember who I was before we left (something that will doubtless sound strange to those that haven’t lived this migratory (and at times) unsettling lifestyle). \u00a0 They let me spend valuable time with family too, and observe the changes that come with time spent apart. \u00a0 I find I enjoy most of the changes, but must come to terms with others.<\/p>\n

They mean precious nights out grabbed with my sisters in the rediscovered places we love best. Stomachs aching from laughing into the early hours, and then affording us the time to commiserate together over shared headaches (and equally rare bacon sandwiches) early the next morning. \u00a0And all with the bittersweet acceptance that these occasions are not quite as common as they used to be.<\/p>\n

They mean that I can also stock up on “memory pictures” of the spectacle that is London in the Spring, filing them away for a later date when it all seems so far away. \u00a0England looking as it always did when we lived there, despite the years that have disappeared.<\/p>\n

And when it’s time to leave them all to it once again, and come back to this life, these “soul plasters” leave me filled with appreciation that despite the time that has passed, and the knowledge that home will always be where my husband and my own little family are, England will always be my sanctuary and my head-quarters. \u00a0 \u00a0I love coming back here again, but it was good to be really<\/em> home. \u00a0 Even for a short while…<\/p>\n

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My nephew also catching up with an old friend at my Grandparent’s house… <\/em><\/p>\n

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