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Another Sunday, another day of Natalie pretending to relax when really she was still working and doing productive things. She'd been making sure everything was in order for South Africa next week, and wasn't there always another email to send?
But the whole day wasn't all work. She'd still found the time to call her parents and talk to them about a visit – in one direction or another – over Thanksgiving. And about how things were going, and what jazz records her dad had bought, and what was going on with her mom's work. It'd been nice, touching base with home.
But of course, the flipside of that was homesickness. She was finding ways to battle that. Today, her preferred method was having a playlist of interviews with a politician from back home on in the background while she took advantage of the grocery services and was cooking a more than adequate version of a pasta dish that had been a favourite when she'd been a kid.
Yeah, apparently homesickness made her more domestic, and also more interested in the politics back in Canada. She was fine with that.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits, you know the drill.]
But the whole day wasn't all work. She'd still found the time to call her parents and talk to them about a visit – in one direction or another – over Thanksgiving. And about how things were going, and what jazz records her dad had bought, and what was going on with her mom's work. It'd been nice, touching base with home.
But of course, the flipside of that was homesickness. She was finding ways to battle that. Today, her preferred method was having a playlist of interviews with a politician from back home on in the background while she took advantage of the grocery services and was cooking a more than adequate version of a pasta dish that had been a favourite when she'd been a kid.
Yeah, apparently homesickness made her more domestic, and also more interested in the politics back in Canada. She was fine with that.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits, you know the drill.]
