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I just want to go home…
I miss my family.
This morning I dreamed about flying home to Australia. In my dream, I sat on the beach with the golden sunset and commented on the light. “You only get light like this in Australia”. I can feel the sand on my feet that were buried in the way I always do in soft sand, I was happy, I was home.
Then my son interrupted my sleep coming into my room for some reason, and I was taken away from the happiness and back to real life. My real life doesn’t suck, but I felt the tears make their presence known as I reviewed the dream.
I still feel emotional every time I reflect on my dream. I really do want to go home, yet I am unable to book tickets to do so. I haven’t been home in sixteen months which is the longest time in 24 years that I haven’t had a trip home, nor do we have a trip booked.
When I struggle with an issue, I try to look at what is in my control and what steps can I take to modify the situation.
Here are the challenges:
· I live in Singapore on a work visa.
· My hometown is Melbourne, Australia.
· Australia has caps on the number of residents they accept per week.
· Australia has a two-week quarantine on arrival.
