A month has passed since I left home once again. I’d intended to share my remaining time and reflections as I left, but a mixture of exhaustion from the whirlwind visit, combatting jet lag on my return to Brisbane and being whisked into the Woodfordia life shortly afterward, made this thought a distant idea for many weeks.
I have now left Woodford and Australia, am on route to Malaysia and as such have the time to look back on all that has occurred in my online absence.
The experience is far from fleeting in my mind, having left me with a battle of emotions as I prepared to leave England once more. Having been embraced with so much love and kindness from family and friends that leaves me, even now, unable to find words valuable enough to describe it.
During my visit, I enjoyed sights new and old, but I discovered that the most beautiful thing in England for me, is the people that make it home.
My visit strengthened the love and respect I have for every member of my friends and family, seeing how their lives have progressed during my absence.
My mum and step dad gifted me with a wintery, family Christmas. Albeit in November, the event was so real I felt as though the season had really come and gone. We enjoyed some time as a tourist whilst I stayed with them. Visiting a seal colony, taking a trip to the seaside and enjoying sights in their home, the quaint historic town of Louth. And I basked in joys of having a fully stocked, clean kitchen at my mercy.
I left the country feeling a renewed strength in many relationships. Our limited time increasing its value and so encouraging us to be more open than we may have been once before.
I found the hardest part of returning home was having to leave people I loved once again and I thank every one of them for the unconditional love and support they give me throughout every step, no matter how far away I may be.
In my final view of England, as I flew across and out of the country once more, I looked down onto a perfect frost. Silvery white countryside divided neatly into farming fields, with a beam of green and purple mist lining the sky I passed through. Leaving the lasting impression that there are magical moments wherever and whenever you care to be open to them.
