C'est la vie

 

After an over 10 hour flight I was in Heathrow Airport making my way to Liverpool Street train station to get on Greater Anglia back to Norwich by midnight. I didn't sleep well on the plane - so I slept all the way on the train to Norwich - I was so tired. 

The first week of being back was very educational. Although it was nice to be back home but having a jet lag wasn't much fun. Found that Snoopy, my dog had been hospitalised as he accidently ate some chicken bones and human food was upsetting! HM Revenue made a mistake on undertaking my tax and I had to pay them back was shocking. The dog sitter said she could no longer have Snoopy when I go to work anymore dues to her health issue was worrying. How was I supposed to deal with all these!! 

For the first time, I found my life was so empty and I felt so lonely. I sent questions out to the universe, if I were to live here then why I wasn't born here? so that I would have family or friends here to support me? Was I really supposed to be here? OK, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else but the UK but I was so stressed and depressed I was so confused. I felt nothing make sense and I hated being wide awake in the

middle of the night. Glad to say, that was over now. How was I still survived? With lots of help from my family, my friends here and back in Bangkok I gradually ploughed through the problems. I was very kind to myself. So that was I mean about it was educational. There are so many things I hadn't realised before but I have now.

Many, many thanks to my family and friends for many long video calls - to make me feel less alone. 

Many, many thanks to my friends here for messages.

Many, many thanks to my manager at work for extra time off. 

Many, many thanks to everyone who's being part of my life. 

Many, many thanks to my dog, Snoopy who is still here with me and as lovely as ever.