June 9, 2003
Ramblings of
Homesickness
This
month marks the 12th year that I have been living in Kuwait. On
some levels it doesn't really seem that I have been here that
long. Some places and things haven't changed much in all that
time. Other things have changed quite drastically. I remember
when I first got here and I was pregnant with Suzi. I had had
such cravings for pizza and there wasn't a Pizza Hut in sight!
There was a place called Pizza Italia (a horrid chain of pizza
pits with the greasiest pizza I have ever come across) but I'll
tell you, beggars can't be choosy, and I ate that stuff like
there was no tomorrow!! Today, when I go to town, I am tempted by
old favorites like Subway, Domino's, Pizza Hut, Sbarro's,
McDonald's, Burger King, A & W, Dairy Queen, Long John
Silver's, TGI Friday's, Appleby's, and Fudruckers! I am amazed by
the sheer number of these places. I can't help feeling homesick,
though, when I go to these places because each of them hold
memories of times that I had with my friends and family back
home. Twelve years is a long time to be away from home. Of
course, I've been back to visit a few times, but not nearly often
enough. My two youngest children have never even seen their
great-grandparents, and I wonder (on my face-reality days) if
they ever will. I feel sorry for them that they are missing out
on being surrounded by the special brand of love and kindness and
caring that my grandparents gave me. I also hate that my
grandparents have great-grandchildren that they can't throw their
arms around and smother with hugs and kisses. I know that my life
is something I chose; I didn't have to leave behind everything I
ever knew and come to this hellishly hot, barren country. Of
course, there was never any question, really. I was young and in
love. That pretty much says it all, don't you think? Still, I am
homesick. I miss the smell of freshly mown grass. I miss the
sound of summer rain hitting the pavement and the scent of the
wet lawn coming in through the windows. Most of all, I miss my
Grams and Grandpa sitting around in the evenings (Grandpa in his
recliner and Grams in her regular spot on the couch - Kitiara in
her lap) with me in a rocker watching Jeapordy! and trying to
yell out the answers before anyone else does. I pray that they
have many many more years to live and that we make it home to
them and give them many many years to make up for all the time
lost with these great-grandchildren of theirs. That said, I'm off
to ask the Lord to grant me that request. I hope you who read
this take a few minutes to tell the ones you love how much you
care about them. Don't take them for
granted.
-Susan