Going back to work today after 5 days away from the office wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. In fact I even learnt some things at work today, which is always a good sign.
On our days off Steve and I caught up with family – I chatted for hours with my Dad and Brother, we lazed around in Steve’s Mum’s garden enjoying the sunshine, and I spent last weekend with my Mum and my Uncle, who came to visit us all the way from Peterborough. I spend so much more time with family now than I ever did when I was younger, and I appreciate it a whole lot more. It’s funny how you change over time.
There’s something so relaxing about being with people where you don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not, or worry about how you look/sound/act.
I never thought it would mean as much to me as it does, and although I’ll be the first one to put my hand up and say that sometimes they drive me crazy, at the end of the day I know I”m lucky enough to be related to people that love me, regardless of who I am.
I’ve been delving into our family history more and more, and it gives me a real sense of belonging to find out about old relatives I knew nothing about. A set of great, great, grandparents on my Dad’s side were both born in Ireland, and moved to East London in the 1800s. I had no idea that a tiny part of me was completely Irish. The more I find out, the more I want to know – I can see why tracing your family tree becomes an obsession you just can”t stop!