Tomorrow I am going back to the UK for the first time in nearly 5 months.
In amongst the excitement and the warmth I feel in my heart at the prospect of setting foot on home soil (even if it is chuffing freezing on said soil), I'm actually quite nervous, and I've been trying to figure out why.
I think I got it narrowed down to the emotions I felt when I first left. I am happy here, and I love my husband very much, but I could be the happiest person on the planet and it still wouldn't change the fact that leaving my friends and family behind was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I actively avoid thinking about it, but soon I will have to do it again.
But I won't let the nerves get to me, and I just have to trust that I will be OK and that I am going to make the most of the time I will have with my favourite people (although, unfortunately the hubby will not be coming with me this time, but there is always next time...)
This is me out for 10 days. See you when I get back, assuming my blood hasn't assumed full Floridian consistency causing me to freeze to death...
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