Then the holiday was over, we had to say goodbye to loved ones and come home. Not everybody knows this, but in the months preceding the summer we agonised over moving back to America again. It very nearly happened, we had started to pack up the house, it seemed like our children were never going to adapt or be happy here in England and we had questioned coming in the first place and the point of staying. At the very last possible moment (in terms of going back and me not losing my green card) we made the decision to stay. We broke that news to our older two, who were truly devastated, just days before the cousins arrived. They provided a most wonderful distraction and were such a highlight, but it made coming back to Bristol alone all the harder. There were some glum days...there still are...but vegging out and dealing with emotions and exhaustion was very much in order.
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