Somewhere near Jasper, Alberta - Summer 2007
As an expat, I carry a lot of guilt
We regularly miss weddings, birthdays, births, get togethers, family dinners & holidays and while it's a side effect of living so far away, I still feel guilty about it.
On top of that, I only travel back to Canada once or twice a year. Of course, we want to make the most of our time when we're home and while we'd love to see everyone, it's just not possible. The moment a trip home is announced, the invites and questions start coming...
Will you be in __________?
Can you make a trip to see us?
So & so is having a get together, do you think you could come?
Will we get to see you?
And the guilt continues.
Coming home turns into a marathon. Flying 16+ hours, jumping in a car and driving multiple hours, jet lag, visiting, stocking up on anything we might need in the next year, appointments and not to mention, this is supposed to be a holiday! It all starts to get a little overwhelming.
Last summer I spent my entire trip making trips. It was 2 months loading my suitcase from car to plane to car and while I was happy to see so many people, I was exhausted. (And broke!) This time I took a different stance. Instead of me doing the traveling, I went directly to my parents house and stayed put. Everyone was welcome to come and visit and if they didn't, no hard feelings.