There is a high that comes with travel and it’s never easy to come back home. But coming home is even harder when you’re emotionally attached as well. A month ago we arrived in Australia to spend 3-weeks with my grandparents and to show Brady where I grew up. This trip has been a long time coming and it’s hard to believe that it’s now in the past.
It’s been 4.5 years since the last time I saw my grandparents and as two of the dearest people to my heart, that’s an excruciatingly long time. I was initially sad we hadn’t gone with my dad, brother, and sister at Christmastime but now I’m thankful that the 3 of us got to spend our time at Gran and Pa’s with undivided attention. Henry really got a chance to fall in love with my grandparents and he formed such a sweet bond with them. I also feel like Brady got a chance to fall in love with my birth country. I’ve been longing for him to experience it and it brings a whole new level of joy that it’s a part of his life now too.
We got to spend some time with some of my cousins, go to the Australia Zoo, spend LOTS of time at the beach, visit my old hometown, watch childhood home videos, and overall spend lots of quality time as a family. This trip was everything you hope for in a family vacation and it’s never long enough.
While we had a lot of fun experiences that I do plan on sharing, I’m not emotionally ready to dive into the photos from our trip yet. I’ve been heartached since the moment we pulled out of my grandparent’s driveway. It’s hard enough when it’s been such a beautiful trip but it’s heartbreaking to not know when you’ll return… or if you’ll ever get to see your grandparents again. I’m in a bittersweet place of being full of happy memories but feeling depressed from returning to winter and everyday life at home.
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