Mi Familia

It has taken me the last month to gather inspiration for this blog. I knew it was there I just did not know how to write it down. My next letter relates to people that are the closest to me. Thick as thieves, as my sister would say.

My family, it's no normal family! Apart from being spread around the world, we contain a few different cultures. My aunty is a fine French woman, my brother-in-law a proud Welsh man. I have family in Canada, Australia, Europe. Yes they are all English speaking countries, but we are so far away from each other! The thing is, however many miles apart we are, they still remain close to your heart.

I have very vague memories of my sister living under the same roof as me. With quite a big age gap between us we were not particularly close when I was a child and she was a teenager! Years have gone by, after going back to England over Christmas 2009, I found a whole new relationship with my sister, one on a completely different level. Of two adults, able to talk on the same level about similar things, to enjoy time doing sister stuff that we have never been able to do!



My brother and I have a great relationship, and however much we miss each other, we still give each other an ear full over the phone. Having travelled around Australia for a year on his own, I guess my brother can relate very well to being half way around the world to family and friends.

My parents and I have been on a whirlwind adventure the last four years. Egging each other on, trying to be strong through tough situations and generally keeping each other amused! I have personally put my parents through some tough situations over the last four years, and I give my utter most respect for how my parents handled me! I sometimes wonder what the relationship with them would be like if we hadn't moved to NZ. I am glad we stepped out of our comfort zones to experience the unknown.



Families are priceless, the experiences and the love that I have for my family cannot be described. I think of my brother, sister and their families everyday. I miss them everyday. But if I hadn't been here the last 4 years, I don't think I would have the same appreciation that I do now.

Recently my co-teacher had a member of her family pass away. I try to offer hugs and support in anyway possible, but I find that it involves listening, not advising because I have no idea how it would feel in her position, I simply listen and enjoy her stories and memories of her family. I appreciate that she is happy to share and appreciate these memories with me. Thank you Tez.

My Grandad... actually... I will save that for my next blog!