Thank You.

Thank you for all your messages of support, kindness, and love in the past week. They have been so appreciated.

And thank you - even more so - for sharing your personal stories about grief and loss with me. I've blinked back tears after reading many of them, but your words have helped lift that heavy weight from my chest that I felt pulling down on my neck last week like an anchor.

When a friend or family member passes away, they always visit me in my dreams, where we have magical conversations and I wake up with a tear-stained pillowcase. I "see" my beloved grandpa, who died while I was studying for my Master's degree at York, about once a year or so. We often "meet" in an airport, or at his condo in California - sometimes at his apartment in Hong Kong. Often, he doesn't even speak - he just smiles his sweet, benevolent smile. I tell him how happy I am to see him, how much I love him, and above all, how much I miss him. He knows.

I am patiently waiting for my friend to visit me there. 

In some happier news, I also wanted to thank you for all your votes in the UK Blog Awards. I am so excited to announce that Angloyankophile has been shortlisted in the Travel Individual category, which I wouldn't have been able to do without your generous support.

So, thank you. I don't write this blog to win awards, or to network, or to enjoy free meals in fancy restaurants (although, I must admit, that's a lot of fun!). I write because you're reading it and because it makes me so happy that you are.

All my love.

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