Since returning to the states in 2009, our international travel schedule has been someone limited. It has become increasingly difficult to leave the country on a moment’s notice, especially with the addition of a third child, school schedules, and financial constraints. That doesn’t mean we don’t have plans–it just means we’ve had to evolve.
This year, instead of exploring ancient ruins or trolling the rolling countryside, we decided to take a new travel route.
We’re in Walt Disney World. Heaven help us.
We made the approximately 15 hour drive over two days, and the trip itself was relatively painless. The girls were well-behaved. The traffic was minimal. The gas prices were falling.
So here we are. They aren’t castles and abbeys, but they’re historic in their own right. And we’re enjoying every minute of it.
My trip to the UK went off without out a hitch–even better, I had an amazing time. It was great to see my friends, relax, walk to town, eat all the yummy foods I’ve been missing, and to get a bit of a break from Marcus and the girls.
Better still, I got to do it all in a place that feels like home. Marcus wondered if we’d perhaps been romanticizing our time in England–were we remembering it as better than it was simply because we were away with no immediate plans to return? He was pleased to hear me say that no, England still felt like home, was as beautiful as it was when we left, and that all the things we missed were there and as perfect as we remembered.
Of course, our time in England did have its ups and downs, and coming home when we did was the right decision for many, many reasons.
But it was a reminder to me, to us, that there may be a place for us in England again, one day down the road.
More than anything else, my trip came at the ideal time. I returned home refreshed, mindful of the wife and mother that I want to be and with my sights set on being her. I was reminded of the fact that Marcus and the girls are my everything. I really do have it all.
And I’ll hang my hat wherever they are. That’s home.
Catriona is done. Done, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Done, like a Sunday Roast. Done.
I’ll try to post some pictures of me wearing it on my trip (I leave tomorrow!), but until then, this will have to do:
England, here I come!
I am so close…so close…to Catriona’s completion. Two armbands and side seams remain, with two days to go before departure.
With any luck, there will be a finished photo today or tomorrow.
Thank goodness for school and Scooby Doo.
Still knitting… 16 days to go…
I’ve been working on Catriona for almost 2 weeks now. She’s starting to take shape.
Maybe I will be able to finish her before I go to England, after all.
I know, I know. Don’t get cocky.
I leave for my vacation in England in less than 3 months now. Those 3 months will be full (as are most days!). We’re preparing to start kindergarten for Samantha and preschool for Erica. I’m considering a babysitter for Jessica one day a week so I can devote time to work, instead of finding time for work. We’ll have Girl Scouts, soccer practices and games, Sunday School, and the logistics of day-to-day life filling up our calendar.
And still, I find myself thinking about my time in England and how I can’t wait for it to get here.
So, to help pass the time I’ve decided to start a large-scale knitting project. I’ve got socks on the needles, a shawl hibernating, a test knit halfway completed, and a hat almost completed. But I want to knit something for myself, and I think the time is right for Catriona.
Three months to knit Catriona. It’s actually a pretty ambitious goal, because of all the cabling. And I won’t lose sleep over it. But I’d like to challenge myself and see if I can do it. Bring it with me. Wear it.
It seems to suit, doesn’t it?