Homesickness has a way of sneaking up on you out of no where. For me it always happens in a public place which makes it somewhat worse. Years ago it was the supermarket. All I wanted was a specific ingredient to make a special recipe my mum always makes for Christmas and when I found New Zealand didn't carry it I was a mess. A couple years later it was the post office when I was told I couldn't mail peanut slabs to my mum for her birthday. Yesterday, it happened to be the post office again. I wonder if the post office has many cases of the homesick blues but somehow I think I'm probably the only one that's broken down over not being able to send cookies. I am pretty sure the lady thought I was crazy. I mean cookies? But these were very special cookies. Time and love went into these cookies and I was SURE I was able to send them. I had done my research and was sure it was OK A lesson very much learnt as next time I will phone before I get so excited. What I have figured out is that its OK to bring baked goods into the country but not to send them. Next time I will have to hop on a plane to personally deliver them.
After my breakdown I decided I had to give these cookies away. They were making me too sad. I was almost very tempted to give them to the ladies in the post office to show them the love that went into them, BUT they delivered me my very bad news so decided it wasn't in me to make their day. In the end I decided to deliver them to one of my aunties (the next best thing, or third best thing after Grandma). This particular auntie had had a birthday in the weekend and was burgled twice in the last two weeks so thought she could use some extra love in her day. It made me feel much better visiting her and I am now only tearing up mildly as I write this (I might have been a blubbering mess).
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mum. I was sending you these cookies but some mean people at the post office said I couldn't. Something else is on its way but no where near as exciting. Love you heaps!
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