Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Coming Home

You're supposed to cry when you leave home, not when you come back.

I don't know what it is about traveling that I love so much. In a way I guess it would be the alone time that appeals to be so much.
Just taking care of me. Forgetting everything I have left behind and just, being.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family and friends.
But I do think that everyone needs a break from their own life and the dramas that are attached.
So you couldn't really blame me for being a little down about returning home to "reality."

It was an overwhelming feeling and I felt guilty for feeling that way.
Yes, I missed my friends and family terribly but for whatever reason coming home was like stepping back into everything I thought I could get away from. 
Running is never really the answer though.
Sometimes you have to suck in a big breath, let it out slowly, and march straight into the battle, then pray that you make it out alive.

Perhaps I am being a little over-dramatic, but you get the idea.

Here I am, typing away at the computer while munching on a late night hot pocket (Ham & Cheese, because that is the only good kind), dealing with reality.

Reality ain't so bad.
*wink*






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