Coming Home

I always assume, whilst watching distant planes glide silently into the sky, that their passengers are off on an adventure - going somewhere new, leaving their worries behind, seeking a new challenge, disappearing to recharge. It rarely crosses my mind that many of that far off bird's occupants might in fact be going home.

After a glorious week in Munich and Prague, those were the thoughts that crossed my mind as the Photographer and I ascended into the clouds from our brief layover in Milan - we were going home.

I knew what was waiting: work, a conference, holiday laundry. I also knew that we were returning home together, to the apartment we own, to continue our adventures. In just two weeks we'll be celebrating the Photographer's birthday, then we'll be off to the south of France for a friend's wedding. The Photographer and I begin our new 'Lebensjahr' (forgive the foreigner in me coming out - I'm not sure there is an English equivalent!) within weeks of each other and as such, quite noticeably look forward to the year ahead together.

So much has changed in the past year, all for the good, and we already have so much to look forward to - even more so if we push for opportunities and experiences. I can't wait to see what this next year of our lives will bring and what we'll learn individually and together.

Coming home can be a shock to the system - perfect holidays do come with their consequences! But who knew that it could also be so full of promise and hope. I'll try not to be disappointed in future when I remember that those flashing lights in the sky might in fact be taking real people back to their reality, and that that might actually be a very good thing :)

Much love,
xx