It's hard to believe that i'm writing this blog post from my office desk in Cape Town!
After 30 + hours of travelling; an emotionally charged drive from Vermont to Boston, then our first leg from Boston to London, camping out in Heathrow Airport for the day, flying from London to Johannesburg and then after our baggage was delayed and we almost missed the connection, finally flying from Johannesburg to Cape Town...we were back - and nogal on Braai Day too!
Before all of that happened though, back in the little Town of Hartford, we quietly went about our usual routine and P-J even reported to the fodder house for one last time. The kids busied themselves, playing with whatever hadn't been packed into the suitcases and I moseyed around in my pajamas - until I found my wedding dress and absolutely had to try it on - much to Jorja's delight!
After all of that fun, we took P-J for a drive to the Quechee Market to show him the scene of the scream attack (aka where the horses are). Fortunately, Ethan was fast asleep and we didn't have to relive all of it! It was bittersweet but he enjoyed looking at the photos afterwards.
We drove back to the house in silence, taking in the majestic setting of Quechee Gorge, the leafy trees with their changing colours and the winding paths that beckoned us on. It was going to be harder than we'd anticipated, to say goodbye to all of this...
After 30 + hours of travelling; an emotionally charged drive from Vermont to Boston, then our first leg from Boston to London, camping out in Heathrow Airport for the day, flying from London to Johannesburg and then after our baggage was delayed and we almost missed the connection, finally flying from Johannesburg to Cape Town...we were back - and nogal on Braai Day too!
Before all of that happened though, back in the little Town of Hartford, we quietly went about our usual routine and P-J even reported to the fodder house for one last time. The kids busied themselves, playing with whatever hadn't been packed into the suitcases and I moseyed around in my pajamas - until I found my wedding dress and absolutely had to try it on - much to Jorja's delight!
After all of that fun, we took P-J for a drive to the Quechee Market to show him the scene of the scream attack (aka where the horses are). Fortunately, Ethan was fast asleep and we didn't have to relive all of it! It was bittersweet but he enjoyed looking at the photos afterwards.
We drove back to the house in silence, taking in the majestic setting of Quechee Gorge, the leafy trees with their changing colours and the winding paths that beckoned us on. It was going to be harder than we'd anticipated, to say goodbye to all of this...
And we enjoyed every single one! Thank you.
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