Yesterday I went to Somerset to visit family.
My family are kind of globe-trotters, they have lived in various places abroad for many years and have been back in the U.K. for nearly a year.
They are currently living in a house which everyone instantly falls in love with. It’s set deep in the country, full of character – being over 300yrs old, has lots of space, loads of ground, has fruit trees in the garden and everything.
So when I went to visit yesterday, the sun was blazing, the company was amazing, and it just seemed like the most idyllic place to be in the world.
We went for a walk, the dog was happy and excited all day, wanting everyone to throw him a frisbee, and we had a barbecue in the evening.
My family have plans to move abroad again and want to leave within the next few months, so this trip felt a little bittersweet.
There have been many years that I haven’t seen them, and when they lived abroad it felt surreal to finally visit them.
Yesterday I sat there appreciating the moment and the company before they go, before I don’t see them again for years, and before I never visit their lovely home again. But, I realised how lucky I was to have them back closer to us for the past year, and yesterday meant a great deal to me.
Although I love my family very much and I will miss them, I know that they have to do what makes them happy, and what is best for them. I know that we’ll keep in touch and that I can visit them at their new home and discover a new and exciting place.
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