I enjoy winter trips, especially around year-end.

There’s something about the season I love — the Christmasy feel, the coziness, the scents of pumpkin spice and warm drinks, and how small moments feel extra festive with loved ones.

December 2025 was supposed to be that kind of trip.

We spent eight days in Fukuoka, Japan. The road trip to the Oita prefecture was my highlight — I enjoyed exploring Beppu the onsen city, and discovering little corners of Yufuin’s countryside.

Still, I didn’t enjoy our Fukuoka trip as much as I thought I would.

Maybe winter added a different kind of weight.

I find that travelling with kids during this season is physically demanding, and everything seems to take more effort, from packing to getting around and even just leaving our accommodation.

Just getting the kids ready each day took time. Layering them up, adjusting scarves and jackets, making sure they stayed warm.

And sometimes they had a mind of their own. For them, it’s playtime catch me if you can ~ and dressing up becomes a game.

Carrying my one-year-old and paying attention to my four-year-old was more tiring than usual too.

Thick clothing made the kids feel heavier, and my body felt slower, maybe because I was in my first trimester (I was traveling while pregnant and managing two small children).

Then there was the stroller situation. We brought a single stroller because the plan was to have our one-year-old in it, while our four-year-old walked or perched in front of his brother.

But in reality, our four-year-old got sleepy at the most inconvenient times, so someone had to carry little one, then swap and repeat.

By the end of the day, both my husband and I felt it in our backs.

In Beppu, we found a second-hand double stroller at 2nd STREET. Every time we unfolded it, we couldn’t help but smile.

Our days out suddenly became lighter, easier, and less of a juggling act. It was easily our best purchase of the trip.

For most of our Fukuoka trip, we spent time in Hakata and Tenjin. The areas were lively, but to be honest, they didn’t match my energy at that time.

I found myself drawn to quieter towns rather than bustling city streets.

I think winter really does slow me down. I notice it in my body and my motivation. I feel less eager to fill the day with activities and more drawn to pause and observe.

I’m grateful we were able to travel as a family. For shared meals, long drives, and watching my children experience something different.

At the same time, I’ve learned to be honest about how some trips affect me. I don’t have to love every part of a trip to appreciate it. I don’t need to force excitement when my energy is low.

This trip reminded me that my preferences are changing, shaped by motherhood, pregnancy, and where I am in life right now.

So, yes. This wasn’t my favourite trip, and I’m comfortable saying that.

Maybe winter travel will feel different in another season of life. For now, I know what my body and mind need, and that understanding is enough.