We arrived in England one year ago today. We would spend the next 3 weeks absolutely reveling in our first big vacation as a family. Needless to say, I remember the days preceding our trip, and almost every day that we spent there. I remember not sleeping for 2 nights before we left, because I was cramming for finals...my last one being at 5pm, in Pocatello 8 hours before we were due to drive to SLC. So I do remember being very tired, and we were still packing as we flew out the door. I remember crying like mad as I said goodbye to our little animals, and looking at their precious faces wondering why we were leaving so early. I remember barely making our SLC flight, our connectings, and the ever-so-long but very exciting trip over the Atlantic. And I remember seeing my Mum, Chris and Uncle Chris waiting for me at the airport. I remember hugging them all at once, wishing my arms were longer, and feeling my heart burst with happiness. And that was just the first day! So I am nostalgic, and missing, and wishing, and on the flip side, I am so grateful to be here with my other side of the family, in a beautiful wide-open country, blanketed in snow and listening to the ever-blowing wind, waiting for Christmas day.
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