It seems that our time here has been cut short and we find ourselves starting that daunting, tedious and dreaded process of planning another international move. All of this comes at a reflective time of year, which is somewhat fitting I guess. And it's hard not to look back with some regret, some pride and a host of other muddled feelings to process. There are times when I think about our future back in England and I get excited and really look forward to being back in the fold of family and friends who mean so much. But as is the case with most international couples, there are plenty of family and friends we'll be leaving behind. And it's hard to look at the window onto this cute little New England seaside town - sunshine dripping with golden light - and not prematurely pine for the place that we've called home for the last 18 months. A place where our daughter celebrated her first and second birthday. Where she learned to walk. And then talk. Where she's made friends and grown from a baby into a little girl. A place where we've played host to visiting family and made great friends of our own. There is a tangible pain in my heart; a palpable, sour sadness.
Of course this is the start of a new chapter in the book of our lives which has already been filled with many chapters. And no doubt this will not be the last. What is exciting is that even though we'll be entering into familiar territory, the