Missing home

- Joelle -

Six months into my contract and I’d had visitors almost every week. I was seeing more of my dad than I did when I still lived at home. In fact, he visited almost every month. Minna would visit for a weekend approximately every two months, while Kevin and Matthew came over for a week three months after I moved and were scheduled to visit again in a week or so. The only person who hadn’t visited yet was Jason. We spoke daily initially, eventually our chats become weekly and at times even less frequently than that. I was spared the torture of seeing him everyday but that didn’t mean I didn’t think of him everyday and miss him.

Work was intriguing and I was doing well. I also managed to make a few friends. I loved the view from the hospital staff accommodation, especially during summer, when there was greenery all around me. Whenever I felt gloomy, I used to take a walk in the near by forest and my mood would lift itself up. It was impossible for it not to. The sounds of the