My home town
At my Mum's during the evening we didn't talk about Dad a lot. We were busy talking about my new job, and discussing my move to Nottingham. Mum mentioned him during dinner though and we gave a toast and thought about how proud he would have been. I'd give anything to tell him and see his face. He saw me become a teacher, get a degree and learn to drive, but he didn't get to see me own a home, or get married, or have children. I guess there's always something. It's always too early when people leave.
The rest of the weekend was fine. I saw some friends on Saturday night and felt excited to return home. It made me remember the social life I once had! It feels like teachers don't want to socialise outside of work, and I haven't made any friends in Leicester, so it will be so nice returning to a place where I can, at least now and then, go out for a drink and catch up with people or attend life drawing classes (I need to show you guys my drawings from that!).
Then on mother's day my brother and I went for a meal with Mum. It was nice to go out with our significant others but just as a family for a change. Not that I don't want my boyfriend involved in my family... I love that he is, but it was nice to just be together as a three. We ate in Petit Paris - a sweet little French restaurant with slightly grumpy waiters and nice food. Then for the rest of the weekend Mum and I talked about houses and where I would live in Nottingham. It's pretty exciting but we need to sell the house in Leicester first.
How was your weekend?