Recently, I feel like I haven't been living in the moment. I have just been constantly dreaming about being somewhere else. Whether that's dreaming about being back home in Sydney, or on a ski trip to the Swiss Alps, or going to London for the weekend, I just haven't really been focusing on everything amazing around me.
That was until this weekend. George and I spent cozy days inside sipping on soup while watching cheesy Christmas movies. We visited Cardiff's Winter Wonderland, hung fairy lights all around our apartment and even put up our own miniature Christmas tree.
I now feel totally content on where I am right now. (But that doesn't mean that I am so incredibly excited to be back home in Sydney in 25 days time.)