I had intended to write about our trip to Scotland, how good and necessary it was to have this break (our first real family holiday) and all the wonderful things we did and people we met there, but I thought instead some pictures would be better.
A funny thing happened when we came home. We both felt that this home of ours, that we love and appreciate so, was still just our temporary home, and time away reminded us that returning home was not returning to where we really want to be. Which is, ultimately, somewhere in New England. So the plan is starting to really formulate, weightier than before, its shape more perceptible amidst our late night conversations and day to day dreaming.
I have no idea where our family will eventually settle, if we will indeed settle at all. But I would love to anchor myself somewhere that really felt like mine, and ours. And as lovely as this is now, this is not it. No, not at all. This is just a stop along the way.