And this time has been like any other. I’ve been caught up in the whirlwind of arriving in Rio and settling in that anything outside this world be comes a distant memory.
No news is good news is my motto.
I forget to call home.
Back home where my family and my friends are.
I forget that I’ve actually missed hearing their voices.
Missed the familiarity of their accents. Their concern, their humour and the comfort in their voices.
And I’m possibly starting to miss them… Just a touch.
But a phone call is enough to banish any melancholy creeping in.
The telephone line stretches thousands of miles between us. Yet wraps a tight bond around us as I call home to send my love to everyone and receive theirs in return.
Who’s the first person you call when you’re away?
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