Leaving my second home.

On the eve of leaving for Amsterdam, Scandanavia and European realms unknown, I'm reflecting on what England means to me. First in the mind and the heart is the wonderful support, reliable and warm, that my extended family shows me. There's not many Kingstons in Aotearoa, and whereas over here, we had sixteen family members helping blow out on the 96 candles on Nana's birthday cake. I'm starting to understand the joys that extended family bring. (Now just keep putting up with the overstayer, when he comes back 'kay folks?)