We’ve been back home in the UK for two weeks now. After being away for seven months, it felt pretty strange coming home. Everything is very familiar but new at the same time. It’s very clean and green. Plenty of open spaces and it’s not crowded. It’s great going outside without the energy-sucking sweltering heat sapping your motivation. Skin isn’t sticky. Traffic is orderly. No ants or mossies. Of course, prices are outrageous.
Best of all, it sure is nice sleeping in one’s own bed and being surrounded by one’s own stuff.
We’ve got dozens of projects keeping us busy. I need to sort out and post our pictures. The house and garden need work. We need to toss lots of our useless stuff and reorganise what’s left. K* was offered a place so we put him back in school. R* needs to catchup with her schoolwork. We’re catching up with all our friends. It’s good to be home!