As I sit in my bed this Sunday morning, with a husband sleeping peacefully beside me, and the morning light gently streaming through my windows, I am trying to reflect back on our summer of traveling- what I learned, what it meant for me. What an amazing summer it was- so full of history, natural beauty, love, adventure, learning, living. But one of the best things about traveling is missing home and friends and family, because despite the adventure you've been on, it doesn't really compare to the relationships in your life. Those who you live near that have such a natural presence in your weekly and often daily life- friends that are more like family. And those who you are related to through blood or marriage- the parents, in-laws, aunts, cousins- the people in your life you daily wished you lived closer to.
Coming home isn't so bad... it's actually quite nice.
I'm glad your home... and I feel the same way!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back! It's been wonderful to read about your adventures, though. Thanks for sharing them!
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