We’ve just got back from Florida. Two weeks of theme parks, sunshine, snacks, and chaos with four kids. And while everyone talks about the magic of being away, no one really talks about what it feels like to come home. The Things I Didn’t Expect to Miss I thought I’d miss my bed. I thought I’d miss a proper cup of tea. But actually? It was the small, random things. Our bedtime routines. Knowing where everything is without thinking. Not living out of a suitcase. And honestly, I really missed the cats. I didn’t miss the food shop at all, but I did miss: - throwing on leggings instead of living in shorts (and not having to shave my legs just to wear them) - being cosy in my oodie - a proper, home-cooked meal And most of all? Beans on toast. Nothing fancy. Just normal food, in our own kitchen. Coming Home Wasn’t the Calm I Imagined I had this idea in my head that coming home would feel calm. Reset. Refresh. Back to normal. Reality? It was washing. ...
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