Today is a travel day. Today is the day of saying goodbye to one world and then saying hello to another.
Today is the start of feeling that slight bit of nostalgia in my heart as I leave one homeland, to arrive in another.
It is having to accept that your time is over, that it’s time to say your goodbyes, time to say until next time, it was fun spending time with you.
Today I’m heading home, but with a suitcase filled more than just clothes, books, and presents.
Today I’m heading home, heart full of memories. Memories of my mum’s laughter as we’re having a snowball fight, of gingerbread men and mulled wine, of the cold seeping through into my bones. Memories of the smell of oranges, cinnamon, and cloves, memories of the taste of homemade potato dumplings.
Memories of the smell of my grandmother’s cooking, of dinners shared with friends, both old and new.
Today I’m heading home with a heart full of love.