Home... and all unpacked.

After The Longest Day on the Never-Ending Motorway yesterday, it was so lovely to wake up in my own bed this morning and know that, apart from collecting Tux from her holiday home (aka my mother's), I didn't have to go anywhere very far in a car today.

I'm sad to be home: I miss feeling the sun on my skin, hearing the brassiness of an Italian day around me, and getting out and about, exploring each day.

But I'm also glad to be home: sleeping in my own bed, seeing my family, listening to the reassuring purring/snoring of my cat again and seeing the glorious colours of the leaves this time of year. And yes, even feeling the pinch of Autumn chill is good in a weird kind of way.