This was the conversation on the way to school today.
Olivia: “Mummy, I don’t want to tell you this but I have to tell you something.”
I assumed Bea had eaten my lip gloss or Leo had been wearing my bras. But it was worse.
“We want to go home to France.”
“Why?” I asked.
“We miss everything.”
“Yes,” Bea chipped in. “This was supposed to be an adventure, but it’s just been terrible.”
I was at a loss for words. And depressed. Fact is there i no going back, not in this economic climate. I listed all the things that are good about life here; the beach, the yoga (they started yoga yesterday), school finishing at 1.30, all the help at home, the malls.
“Won’t you miss all that if we go back?” I asked.
“Wherever we go, we will miss things from the place we have just left,” said Olivia in her most grown-up and patient manner.
She is right of course. So we will be miserable wherever we go….there’s a cheery thought.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008