In November 2008 I was I New Zealand and surrounded by Americans and Canadians all of whom were wonderful people. But it was the 5th November and I was feeling down about not being at home joining in on the nights celebrations.
I had never really though about it before but of course, what I know as firework night is very much a British celebration and I was the only Brit in the room, trying to explain why we celebrate Guy Fawkes trying to blow up the House of Lords. Of Course we actually celebrate that fact that it didn’t go ahead but still it was a hard thing to try to explain.
But regardless of the history lesson I was trying give I was home sick (which hardly ever happens). So I drew a Guy on a piece of paper, dated it and threw it in the fire in the lounge, even though burning a guy is something I have never done, and thought about my family at home having fun while my step-dad acts like a child at christmas with his presents that were the fireworks.
At this point someone can in the lounge and told me that fireworks were going off in the village. I went outside and just remember thinking that it could not have been better timing. Standing there watching the show and looking at the moon I realised that there was no reason to be homesick. I read when I was younger that everyone lives under the same sky and can see the same moon no matter where you are.
So where ever you maybe on the important days that mean alot to you – just look at the sky and the moon. It’s a small world really and one way or another, your loved ones are not that far away!!!!