NeedleDreams

I'm not a very "affectionate" with my family.  I mean, we're not a family were we kiss when greeting each other, our jokes can sound offensive to people that doesn't know us well, we discuss a lot...  You can say we're pretty similar to The Simpsons...  But even we all that I miss them.

I have been a year and 2 weeks here in Egypt and though I love my husband and he loves me and please me in everything he can, I feel lonely.  I miss my goofy sisters and my controlling mother...  My "strange" father and even some friends.  I miss Rioki (Naida's cat) and even if Tuqui is no more in the house I miss him. 

I miss having my things.  Even if they're not a lot because 2 years ago I lost everything I had.  But I managed last year to buy some things and got my shuttles back.  I have with me here some of them (the cheap, common ones) here and I pass the time tatting with them.  I got some threads and beads here but other materials that are common and easy to buy like chenille (pipe cleaners), good embroidery threads, ribbons, bangles ( I use them for suncatchers)...  In general I miss a shop like Michael's, JoAnn or Hancock Fabrics.  Even if I don't go and buy, I loved to spend time on the shop looking at all the novelties crafts and new materials and getting ideas for new projects.

I miss the weekend trips and family dinners.  Sundays, after church usually mom, sisters an BIL went to a restaurant to eat or spent time at Letty's house cooking and eating.  Or spending the weekend at dad's home. 

I miss the easy life.  The fact that I don't have a  language barrier.  That if I want to go to a shop I tell mom and we go; not having to depend of public transportation.  I even miss my walker.  Egypt definitively is not for a person with mobility impairment!  There are almost no ramps.  Streets have high steps and buildings usually don't have elevators.   Even if this sounds strange...  I miss the postal service!!!  Right now I'm very angry because 2 envelopes containing some of my tatting and I sent at the beginning of October never arrived and mom sent me another envelope like a month ago and hasn't arrived and it contained information about my health plan!  And everything is so expensive to send.  I made a little box to send to my father and is still here; one because there's no money and second because my husband still can't grasp the importance for me to do this.  He even don't know how to write a letter, where for me writing a letter is an art! 

I miss so many things...  Call me materialistic, but I grew up in a family that, even if we didn't have a lot of money, we keep up with technology, had an excellent education and we were encourage to search for the best.  Egypt is still a primitive country.  It's beautiful and people are friendly.  It's a great place for vacation, but no for me.  I can't live here permanently.  For all these reasons and some more, like my health.  Not having treatments here is taking its toll; but I don't want to talk about it anymore. 

I guess I'm just having early Winter Blues.