It's that time of year when homesickness strikes many expats. Its been a few months since we were "home," and its still a very long time until we get to go there again. Eight more months, actually. That's a long time.
I'm feeling it extra bad right now because my brother-in-law and his wonderful wife are expecting their first child any minute now. I really wish I could be there, and I really wish my kids could be there to see their first cousin as a tiny baby. But, they won't. They won't get to see her until she is eight months old. I'm struggling with this quite a lot.
I know being an expat comes with both benefits and sacrifices, but this is a hard one for me. I feel like I am robbing my kids from the chance to grow up with their cousin. But, I never lived close to my cousins, and neither did Derek. And really, the children of our expat friends really do fill that role in this crazy home away from home. But it's not the same as family.