Home is where the heart is

Since I’ve been 16 years old, my parents have lived in the South-West of France. Of course there are times when I consider my situation to be undesirable, however this is very rarely (and usually during times when I am feeling sorry for myself after being struck with a cold and in need a mum cuddle). Most of the time I consider myself to be very fortunate as my home resides in the beautiful countryside, and is usually partnered with beautiful weather.

After a bit of a mentally draining year at university, myself and my partner have decided to spend 4 weeks with my wonderful parents. The only downside to this plan is the site of my empty bank balance when I will return after a month of missed work, but in comparison to the memories I’m going to make, money is meaningless.

Boarding the plane to France

Cuddles with my bijon doggy

A normal break in France with my family tends to be activity filled and wine fuelled (come on we’re in the wine country) – just what the doctor ordered.

For me, home is where the heart is and wherever my parents decide to travel.