We are home from our epic, European adventure.
And I’ll admit to feeling kind of sad about that fact.
|Cregneash Village, Isle of Man|
I’m still in a bit of a state of shock that we did it and it’s over. It has been a dream for so many years (not to mention a ton of work and planning) and we worked our patoots off to make it finally happen. And it was worth it. SO worth it.
The kids were total troopers and became real road warriors. I know it wasn’t easy for them and I’m so proud of them. They are definitely excited to be home. It’s going to be interesting to see how their experiences continue to affect them in the short and long-term future and as they start to process – and hopefully appreciate – what this opportunity was. Our real hope was for them to broaden their life experiences and expectations, to see that people live differently than they do, and yet not really so differently either.
|York and the Tour de France route|
I, on the other hand, am feeling not as excited to be home. 😉 I found this picture as I was uploading everything from my camera. And it pretty much sums up how I felt the whole time. I know it sounds cliche, but I honestly loved every minute. I continue to feel SO grateful that things went so well – exceeding all expectations with those magic moments we could not have planned.
I’m still processing it all (and getting over my jet-lag hangover) and trying to catch up on everything at home. Which obviously feels like a lot at the moment. I’ve just started sifting through pictures and experiences. I have so much to share, but will definitely need some time to get there. Plus we have only two weeks left of summer vacation and we need to make hay while the sun shines!
So more sharing to come, as well as a return to sewing projects and that kind of thing in the weeks and months ahead. In the mean time, dream big and chase those dreams! I mean it!