Open Post: What's going on in your world this week?

Hi friends, and welcome to Mamamia’s Open Post.

If you’re a bit new around here, welcome. This is the safe space on Mamamia where we all talk about our weeks. It’s Wednesday, which means we’re two days away from Friday — and sometimes you just need that moment to stop and reflect on your week so far.

Me first.

Last weekend, my partner in crime, sister-from-another-mister, soulmate and best friend came to visit me in Sydney. Christina and I have known each other for many, many years now; and have shared everything along the way – houses, heartaches, and hundreds of bottles of wine.

Alas, there was no wine this weekend as Christina is six months pregnant.

The last time I saw her, baby peanut (as I have so graciously dubbed the baby) was just a tiny bump, easily passed off as a burrito or an overzealous session at the Belgian Beer Cafe.

Well, there’s no mistake now – she’s well and truly preggers. And for every glorious, belly-patting moments of happiness we shared last weekend, I couldn’t shake a feeling of being really blue. My best friend was experiencing the most exciting period of her life, and I wasn’t there to share it.

I left my hometown when I was barely 18, fleeing suburban Brisbane for the bright lights of Melbourne.

It was as far as I could get from home without needing a visa, and felt like another world. I was ready to shake off who I was and become somebody new – so there I stayed until just two years ago, when I scratched those itchy feet once more and shipped up north to sunny Sydney.

And yet it was not until now that I have felt such a strong pang of sadness for the home I left behind. Sure, I miss my family, but it’s been so long since I’ve lived near to them that I almost can’t imagine anything different. It’s the rawness, the newness of leaving my adopted home of Melbourne that has made this sense of distance so very painful.

I hate the fact I’m not around to veg out on the couch with my best bud, gorging ourselves on junk food and looking up ex boyfriends on Instagram. I hate that we can’t go shopping together for teeny tiny baby clothes, or decorate the baby’s room, or go to an ultrasound.

In a shitty turn of events, I’ll be missing the baby shower at the end of next month, too, as I am overseas. When I found out I would miss it, I made a silent promise to myself: never let life get in the way of what’s truly important ever again.

While I won’t ever promise to give up my globe-trotting sense of adventure (I’ll always love the thrill of new cities) I am now equipped with a new, mature feeling: missing home.

And you know what? That’s kinda a nice thing to have.

Have you moved cities and left behind close friends? How do you feel about leaving that behind?

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