Just got back from a week in Tasmania with my sister and her family. It was delightful!
I live about an hour-and-a-half flight away from her, her partner and my two nephews (and the lovely girlfriend of the elder boy), and I really don't get to see them often enough, given that short journey.
I'm always made so welcome. I spend most of my time alone, so to see people's faces light up when they see me arrive at the airport is very gratifying and good for my well-being in ways that no drug high could ever match.
We don't do much when we're together. Theirs is a busy household, with everyone in it occupied with careers, study, lessons of various kinds, computer games, the dog (Monty) and just normal life. It's just what I want though - to slot into the daily activity: a bit of brekkie, conversation, walks with the dog (not as much this time, 'cause it was so blustery with the equinoxal winds blowing hard in Hobart), a trip to the museum/art gallery (which my brother-in-law always ensures I get each trip), a bit of shopping, cooking together, movies in the evening.
A great break from my usual life, and I hope that I've made it clear to them all how precious is the hospitality and affection they show me.
