Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Missing My Happy Place

I'm writing this in bed after spending the last hour looking through our holiday pictures from Devon a couple of weeks back. I'm literally just laying here in tears because I miss it so much. I miss that happy place, I miss us all being together exploring and I miss the sea. 

I want to go back to the morning we strode down the beach as the tide went out, exploring all the treasures the sea had left behind, rescuing starfish, shrieking at sudden waves,  discovering pretty shells and hidden caves, while Peggy dog jogged happily alongside.

I love having happy memories and have some gorgeous pictures to keep me in check, but part of me almost feels sad that real life is just quite so ordinary, that we can't walk home from school on the beach or collect shells on a Saturday morning. 

I felt so happy in Devon for more reasons than just being on holiday and I think we are going to really have to get thinking about what our future holds. If we never try anything or anywhere new how will we know? But how would we cope being away from family in a place where we don't know a single soul? Aside from all those things, we live in one of the cheapest places to rent/buy in the country so really feel more than trapped in this little bubble right now.
Time is absolutely hurtling by too.

I can't complain though, we have a roof over our heads, we are all healthy and have two gorgeous babies that absolutely love life to the max and are truly happy with their lot. I guess I could learn a lot from them instead of constantly feeling I need to make their lives/futures better.