This weekend was truly needed and I'd go as far as saying, it was well deserved.
Having moved to London around 8 weeks ago seems completely insane because so much has happened in a short space of time and it has gone by so quickly. Whilst we've been living here, Sam and I haven't had the chance to head back to see our families, which is a really long time for myself (I will happily go home a couple times a month) so this weekend we went back up towards Manchester.
As I have probably mentioned, we moved to London with a few suitcases and bags crammed with as much as possible, leaving behind boxes of possessions that meant we have been living with bare minimum (I mean this is probably quite nice for some). This may sound silly to some, but I'm very much a home person, I like to make wherever I am living feel like home so not having all our belongings got to me at times, especially when you're trying to settle in a new place. So over weekend meant we could see Sam's family, celebrate his birthday and be reunited with lots more of our belongings.
On Saturday evening, we went to a secluded beach, one of those word of mouth places that the locals know about. It was honestly incredible and very much needed to stand on the sand, looking out at the low tide, picking up shells and taking in as much fresh air as possible. Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of city life, but I get agitated when I know that I need some time out in the countryside. Thankfully my family, and Sam's both live in lovely parts of the country so going home for weekend, feels like a well needed retreat.
C x
