Letters to July – Sixth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.

Dear July,
I don’t quite realise how much I miss my parents until I see them. Usually they don’t feel so far away, really. I call them once or twice a week. I text mum every few days. We talk often and at length. And yet, when we’re together and the conversations happen over food and on walks, I realise how far away they are most of the time.
When I moved out of home, the thing that scared me most was that I wouldn’t see my family every day. Until quite recently, I’d go into a tailspin of anxiety if my parents didn’t answer their phone. Mostly they’re in reach; mostly I know I can contact them if I need to. But sometimes they feel an awfully long way away – almost 1,500km in fact.
It’s been so nice having them stay this week. Today we ate dumplings and wandered around in town and then had barbeque chook for dinner. It was a slow, ordinary day. Those are the days that I miss the most. I miss lying in the sun reading a book and looking up to see dad come through the gate with his surfboard. I miss watching my mum cook. I miss waking up in the morning to the sounds of them having breakfast.
Thanks for bringing my parents, July. Let’s hope I don’t have to wait for you to roll around again before they come back.

Alex x
Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

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