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Happy New Year 2016

Happy New Year 2016


It's the sixth day of the New Year and I can finally start to call it "Happy."

After 16 days of vacation including a whirlwind trip to Paris, a cozy retreat in the Alsatian countryside and a fun-filled family Christmas in England, returning to reality on January 1st was bloody awful to be totally frank.

I've expressed my strong opinions regarding airports here before; they will forever be a place of absolute high or rock bottom low for me. January 1st 2016, Heathrow Terminal 3. This one was definitely up there with the lowest of the lows. When I close my eyes I can still see my family waving us off as we headed past the point of no return, otherwise known as Security.

For the first time ever, the original Forrester clan were all at the airport to say goodbye. My dad isn't one for highly emotional situations, especially at 9 AM on New Year's Day and it's rare for my sister to be in close proximity to our departure location. None the less, there we all were and although it was the most dreadful, heart-wrenching, sob-like-a-baby moment, there was something special about being together.

Ten hours or so, four movies, two mediocre in-flight meals and tons of tears later, we were back in Virginia. I say Virginia because since January 1st I've struggled to call it "home." Now that's not because I don't love our beautiful house and the fabulous city we live in; I'm proud of the lovely nest hubby and I have created together and life in close proximity to Washington D.C. is always full of adventure. But I miss the green fields, the peace and quiet, the narrow country lanes, the cozy village pub, the pointless yet entertaining British television, the trivial gossip over hot tea, and of course the people. The United Kingdom is a captivatingly beautiful island which anyone and everyone can fall in love with, however, it's more than that for me. It's home.

With my heart full of festive memories and a suitcase filled with clothes that smell like my parents' place, the past five days haven't been easy. It's been tough not to sit and wallow in self pity. Heck, I've cried until my eyes are swollen and I've eaten British chocolate for breakfast {all time low right there}. Yesterday however, marked the start of a turning point. I woke-up early, brewed coffee and got to work keeping myself busy, after all, what good is moping around going to do?

I began working on this blog post and with it came the realization that home really is where the heart is, and no one ever said it couldn't be in two places simultaneously.

As my husband hugged me tight in an effort to comfort me a few nights ago, he said "if you lived in England, you would be 3500 miles away from me." I was so occupied with missing my family and my home in Great Britain that I hadn't really considered what brings me back to Virginia every time. It was just the perspective I needed.

There will always be horrendous goodbyes and times where "home home" feels so far away {that one's for you, Kate Burrows} however, I count myself lucky to have not one but two familiar places full of joy, comfort, laughter and most importantly loved ones.

So now the laundry is done, the house is clean and tidy, the grocery shopping is complete and I'm a fully functioning human being again. My heart is still full of fabulous memories from our time in England and I think about my family and friends every single day. I'm looking forward to visiting "home home" and making more memories to cherish hopefully later this year, but for now I'm going to enjoy my home in Virginia with my husband : )

And with that, Happy New Year everybody.

New Year's Eve beach walk, "home home"

Hot Chocolate

Hot Chocolate

Mulled Wine

Mulled Wine