Cute sisters. I miss my sisters.
I had the most wonderful trip to NZ, but one of the best aspects of it was how natural it felt to return to England. I’ve been the crier in airports, the weeper into magazines. I’ve felt the doubt and the fear and, worse, the certainty that I’ve made the wrong decision.
Returning was easy. It’s colder and it’s busier and it’s older and it’s less familiar, but it’s genuinely mine now, a part of me, and one of my homes. I have a house and a life and friends and favourite places, and the things I missed while I walked on beaches and met old friends.
It’s a beautiful thing, our own flexibility. That ability to embrace a new place and make it an old place. Can you tell I’m happy? I’m happy.