I was worried that the jet lag and come down from my 2 week high would be hard. And maybe it will be. But so far? So good. It’s been SO good to be home. To feel cool wind blasting my cheeks and the fire warming my toes…in socks! To have little people tell me that they “luff me” and to “not go away again ever”. To sleep in flannelette sheets and have strong hugs from the man I love whenever I want.
And look! That summer that I had a taste of? It’s coming.
The days are actually longer than they were 2 weeks ago. I noticed that.
I mopped my floors.
I loved the flowers that my Mum had left in my favourite jug for me.
And I went and picked some of my own from the garden to put into my second favourite jug.
It’s good to be home.