Coming back from a monster holiday with thousands of photos and so many stories to tell, can feel a little overwhelming. So here I am a week into January 2015 (can you believe it?!) trying to fill you in with everything that has been going on in my life (hint: a lot)

I wasn't sure where to begin but so far I think starting by the moment I landed in London (coming back from Australia/Bali/India, more on that soon) reunited with my family & friends, spent one beautiful christmas, one fun NYE and made it back home in the South of France, is a good way to start. I think?

+ After 2 long days between airports and long flights. I made it back in my favourite city all tanned (long gone by now), a little emotional, with my mama on my side.

+ I happily stretched out in a real bed (compared to Indian beds) and slept off the lingering jetlag (gallons of coffee were also needed)

+ I was finally reunited with my baby sister/best friend/funnest person alive. We cried, hugged, jumped, did our happy dance, cried some more and literally squeezed each other REAL hard (we hadn't seen each other in a year...)

+ Then it was my cousins aka (almost) sisters. Again, we squealed, jumped, cried.. and tried to fill in each other with ALL the juicy stories. 

+ THEN I was reunited with my two sidekicks aka fringe triplets for a long brunch in Notting Hill. It was (again) very emotional, we couldn't quite beleive we were all in the same country, let alone same city. Hours of catching up, so much to tell with one now married and the other engaged. Those two!

+ After a few days in London, we made our way to my grandparent's house for Christmas, where the rest of the family joined us. 

+ We celebrated dad's birthday (he hates photos) I made a chocolate pecan cake (his favourite), we ate the traditional Christmas eve ham and danced in the kitchen.

+ Christmas was there in no time - I really didn't see it coming this year! The tree was surrounded by actual mountains of presents (Santa was super generous, I think we ended up on the right list this year)

+ We spent 5 days eating and cooking, dad was the Head Chef and we all took turns to help him as sous-chefs. The highlight was (and always is) Christmas dinner, it doesn't get better than that! 

+ We were blessed with the most amazing weather, perfect for long walks on the Downs and sunbathed reading sessions in the garden.

+ After a quick pit stop in London for the Sales (kill me) we made it to Suffolk to visit my aunts.

+ There were dinners, one big shoot (pheasants), a lot of warming up by the Aga and a little bit of horse ridding (for me). It was perfect.

+ Then me and Lizzie (my sister) came back to London, leaving the parents in Suffolk. We ate ourselves silly, did some more unecessary shopping and danced the night away on NYE!

+ January the 1st. Typical situation. The heads were pounding. The junk food was flowing. The romcoms were rolling. You know the deal.

+ I'm incredibly excited to come back and start a new chapter in London. It always had my heart (as much as Sydney has a little piece of it too)

+ Caught up with friends over hot chocolate and wild sessions of the dictionary game (do you know it?)

+ Does this need any explanation? *dribbles*

+ This year someone made the unwise decision to not fly back, but DRIVE back to the South of France... So armed with my biggest jumper, pink (unattractive) sweats we drove onto the ferry followed by endless autoroutes. 16 hours later we finally made it home. Madness. We did come back with a ton of bacon/tea/pheasants (wish I was kidding) and other british goodies, so lose/win?

+ Finally REUNITED (because I haven't used this word enough in this blog post alone) with my favourite unicorn. My beloved Hugo! (who poor thing, has a bad leg, so I've been nursing him since I came back)

Thanks for making it all the way down here... Happy New Year friends!