I have arrived here, in England. It was a smooth drive over, as I slept almost the entire drive over and caught some Z's on the airplane, as well. It is rainy, as I expected it would be, and actually rather
I have unpacked and settled in quickly and comfortably, feeling as if this were a second home of mine. Is it wrong to say that I wish this were a second home? I do love my house back in the USA, but this home, this place, this atmosphere... the Devon air is so much more pleasant than the dry air back home. Having this as a place to go as I please would be a dream. I only wish my whole family were here with me; then it would feel like a true home.
All these "home"-y feelings aside, I am preparing to eat my dinner: salmon, cauliflower, an assortment of vegetables, and mashed potatoes. My, have I missed my grandmother's house with the smell of all these foods cooking, and the dogs in the kitchen waiting for their supper, and the old-fashioned style of the blankets on the couch, and the foggy overcast that looms in the sky, and the feeling of complete bliss in a non-vacation-y way... I feel like this is the start of a great, great month, and I can't wait to see what happens. Feel free to take the journey with me as you read along.
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