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"I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams"


It has arrived.
Christmas.
With a blink of an eye, 3 months have flown by.
I find myself now at the moment in time where not being home for Christmas was a reality I would have to face.

As much as I love and miss my family, I have found peace and love in the family I have made here.

Instead of being sad about what I will miss, I want to choose joy for all that I have had the privilege of  being apart of and gratitude for a family and friends worth missing.

I choose to embrace all the wonderful new experiences I will receive by being out of the usual.

What I have found is generosity, kindness, thoughtfulness, open homes and love.

To those of you at home thank you for the emails, mail and even gifts, THANK YOU!!!! I miss and love you all!

To those of you here, I cannot being to express my gratitude for your kindness, hugs, words of encouragement, gifts, inviting me to join in and including me.

Merry Christmas!
Here are a few photos



A friend made me a stocking!
I had a whole bag of gifts to unwrap!!
I love getting mail!
Christmas Decorations!
Christmas Shopping in Windsor 

Ice Skating at Hampton Court
By the end it started to rain


Hot Chocolate from home!

Rainy evening in London looking at the lights!









Christmas night ended with watching the Downton Abbey Christmas special with a wonderful family!



Comments

  1. d.25 December 2013 at 20:09

    Merry Christmas Sheens! Glad you are embracing being away and all the blessings you have there. Miss you!

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