It’s no secret that I’m a homebody. I relish the time I spend with Reuben in our nest, surrounded by our fur babies and the things we hold dear. Though I love going out for adventures and to spend time with friends, I’m always happy to come back to our own little patch of earth.
Our big trip reaffirmed just how much home means to me. Though we had a truly wonderful time and each day was full of amazing exeriences and surprises, I really missed our home. I missed cooking meals in our shabby apricot kitchen. I missed my vintage linens and mismatched crockery. I missed collecting the eggs in the morning. I missed our messy garden. Most of all, I missed our cats, dogs and chickens. Life just feels a bit empty without their furry (and feathery) little faces close by.
A little part of me worried that after exploring some of the world’s most incredible cities, our tiny village would feel suffocatingly small. I was concerned that when we came back, all the messy, imperfect bits of our regular life would seem more apparent and tiresome. But on the contrary, I find myself fonder of the flaws and imperfections than ever before. Spending time away from here reminded me just how much I love this simple life we are building, in all its messy, imperfect glory.
I hope you’re all having a lovely week. Sending cozy, happy thoughts from our home to yours.