The dreaded.

In my book it's never ever "goodbye" but always "see ya later".

And sadly that time has come. How two weeks have already past is beyond me but it has.

Saturday we began our trek back across the big blue ocean and headed back "home" but it's never easy leaving the ones that I love.

Although I was strong yesterday and on the plane ride back I felt hollow.
Because I didn't shed any tears I thought something was wrong with me.
Had I not appreciated home enough? Was it not how I remembered it?
I even told Stephen that I felt a little guilty as we stood and watched my mom bawl.
But yesterday it hit. When we arrived back at "home" reality dropped like one big emotional bomb.  It was one of those days that, although I'm immensely glad to be with the one that I love completely, it tears me apart to be away from the loved ones that have been such a big part of my life.

Being back home was such an amazing holiday.

My heart is full and my old stomping grounds still have my imprint on them.

I also came to realize that; 

Friends will always be friends despite the distance.

The friendly faces at my favorite coffee stop still remember how to make my drink to perfection.

The strawberries taste just as sweet.

The dirt roads hold so many memories.

Sunshine births smiles.

A puppy's love warms the soul.

Family makes the holidays complete.

And heading back to my hometown will never grow old.

So now it's up to me. I can mope and wallow in my pity party OR make the most of my life abroad.
The latter sounds much more appealing to me :)

There are many adventures to update on but for now, here's to wishing you & yours a very happy start to 2013!

Much love,
T&S