I'm back in England with blur running through my head and a serious hankering for sticky toffee pudding. There are lists of Days of Grace in my journal, but I have sporradic internet access now and so will save posting them for my return next week.
CB officially finished his doctorate yesterday. These three years have seen so many ups and downs that I can't quite believe they've finished. I feel like we need something earth-shaking to mark the culmination, something that forces everyone around us to take notice; however, I'll settle for a few pints and a really tasty fish and chips.
The trip back has been good, really good. I'm much more at peace with England than I was last time I left; I can look back now and let the good outweigh the bad, see that the choices we made were real and true and best, even when they didn't feel it. Oxford's been sunny and crisp as frost on windowpanes. The streets teem with students and I finally feel at home among them. I couldn't have imagined myself saying this before, but I'm grateful for the opportunity to return again.
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