It's been over 3 months since we last went home and things, as always, have moved on whilst we have been away. We are looking forward to meeting my new little nephew for the first time, catching up with friends from Queensland who we haven't seen since January, hanging out with some of the Dawson's Creek gang, and with my family. The kids are looking forward to playing with their cousins and being spoilt by my parents.
Lately I have really been missing the mountains. I try to remember to call it 'the mountains' rather than 'home', but I don't always remember.
It is getting close to that time when we need to decide whether to stay on at the farm, or move back to the mountains. I still really don't know what we will do. At times, I cannot imagine every returning to the mountains, whilst at other times, I desperately want to go back. If only they were closer! Normally I am a decisive person, but not on this issue!
Only four sleeps till we get to go back