One thing I love about being away is that I can thoroughly enjoy being home again. In saying that, though, I thoroughly enjoyed my time away…the sweet, though brief, reunions and all the precious memories made with our friends and family. It was so good.
But near the end, especially those last few days as we were packing up, saying our last goodbyes, and realizing that our time had already past—like that!—it was bittersweet to realize we’d soon be home. Back to “normal” life, to a normal routine again, to just being us again. I looked forward to that. But as I looked back over the seven weeks, I knew that my heart would always be partly there—always partly with those dear family members, those that though I only see them once every few years, they’re still some of the nearest, dearest friends I have on this earth.
