My home village in England. My biggest dream since I was last there at the age of 10 was to go back and visit. Its been 18 years but I feel like I still was just there a year ago. Its still my biggest goal to go back there with the person I love most. I really hope I can achieve and afford that dream within the next year. And from there, I hope I can make it a tradition to visit at least every few years for the rest of my life. When I look at these pictures, I see the paths I took to walk from the village shop to my house, from the Spring time festival in the field to my dads church, from the secret path near the village hall where my mom and my sisters nanny/godmother would play bingo to neighbors houses to have tea in the afternoons, from the playground to the wheat fields around my house. Ive gotten plenty of criticism online for saying I grew up in England as if Im trying to be pretentious about it. I hope I can just convey that Im reminiscing about the some of most beautiful, memorable and precious years of my life. And I just love this place so much and still miss it a lot.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 07:26:25 +0000
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