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.