I got back home on Monday night; 1.30am in my head, 8.30pm local. I had been travelling for 20 hours. I went straight to bed.
I slept, but woke feeling a little dazed. And, I have felt that way ever since.
I had a wonderful time at home, but it was pretty full on. BritMums was amazing; being at home with my mum was wonderful; going to the most amazing wedding on Saturday was a fantastic way to end my trip.
But, I also packed up our old house; leaving me with little time for other things.
I had hoped to have a bit of a break while I was away, come back feeling refreshed, but in all honesty I’ve come back exhausted and feeling a bit meh.
I haven’t written anything all week. My head is all over the place; incapable of processing and recording the events of last week. I have sat in front of a blank screen getting frustrated.
So, I have (largely) taken this week off. I hope that the weekend will bring with it some perspective; that I will be able to write about last week, remember all the good bits, work through the emotional bits and start to really look forward to our new house and all the exciting work we need to do!