It seems so distant now, but just three weeks ago I was home, sans shoulder ache and not on any fixed schedule. Bliss. It was also 45 degrees, and there wasn't a snowflake in sight--right now, NYC is anticipating its second big snowfall of the day.
Here's a few pictures of what I am now missing:
My two year old niece.
Walks in Tweezeldown woods with dear friends
Hunstanton Beach on New Years Day
An icy cobweb decorating the view from my bedroom window.
Walking around small seaside towns with Mum and Dad.
Debsy in a tiara.
Strange death-obssessed wax art in the V & A, complete with bonus rats.
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