of cheese omelets and birthdays

Parcels from home are my absolute favourites.
they beat delicious books and yummy bacon omelets and steamy chai hands down.
and let me tell you that bacon omelets are like right up there on my comfort food list aka pretty much unbeatable.
there's just something nice and homey and creative about making an omelet. you can add whatever you fancy, whatever you have in the fridge.
you can never ever go wrong with the comforting feeling of eggs in your tummy.
and add the smokey sizzle of bacon and cheese and it's like food nirvana in your tummy.
and yes, i'm very shameless about my cheeses.
i will add cheese to absolute anything and everything.
i once add parmesan cheese to instant noodles and proceeded to slurp the whole bowl down and patted my rounded warm tummy in a record 10 minutes.
and guilty secret #299720: i once had a blue day and went to the supermarket and bought a chunk of smoked dutch cheese and ate the entire chunk in one sitting while watching Friends and washed it down with water. and i went back to being cheerful ole' me in record time. cheese does that to me. it's magic, people.

but i digress.
so being all grown up and moving to a new continent and setting up house and doing the chores is all pretty fun.
but then, whenever March hits, i just get a little blue for not being back at home.
something cool about our family: dad's and mum's birthdays are just two days apart in March. and it always sucks that we never get to do it together ever since i've been here.
and birthdays are always a fun thing for us because birthdays celebrate us being here, being part of a family.
in a way, i always think of birthdays as the special day that you feel extra thankful and grateful
and yes, while you should feel that way every single day for that person, but more often than not, it's so easy to take advantage of the fact that person is always always always there and sometimes, it takes that one special day to pull you back down to earth and say to yourself, 'if that person was never born, i would never be the awesome person that i am now. i would never have this much fun and love and extra kisses and hugs. and most of all, i would feel a whole heap less loved.'

yes, much of being all grown-up, dad and mum are pretty much the cheese omelets of my life.
and when i've had a blue day, i just fry myself one and rant to mum about it (and she tells dad. she tells him everything.)
and the next minute, I'll be grinning silly to myself and it'll be a perfect day.