“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”Sarah Dessen
So, today my journey home begins.
A plane, and then an airport hotel, and then another plane, a strange ‘lost’ day as I fly into the future, and then I will be home.
My suitcase is full of rocks. And books.
My carry-on is full of rocks. And books.
And my heart is so full.
What an adventure it has been.
But I am homesick and ready to be with my beloved, our dogs, and our funny little farm.
I am ready for my favourite teacup, and toast with avocado, and herbs from the garden with my breakfast egg.
I am longing for the comfort of the familiar, so that I have space to unpack everything that has been so very remarkable and strange.
Do you ever feel like that, at the end of a long trip away?
I have so much to share with you, dear friends, once I find my feet again.
All my love, from amid overstuffed suitcases, Nicole xx