Going Home to Mom and Dad. Aren't they Cute? 

Going Home

packing and more packing, looking back at old pictures, remembering when things were different. Some easy, some hard. Thinking of what I am leaving, and what I am going towards. Wondering how things are going to work, how things are going to just be without so much work. Missing home and excited to be going back, but not backwards. Sad that I couldn't make this place where my dearest friends are home. Sad that I couldn't fit, scared that I will never fit, anywhere. New and Old, I keep thinking of New and Old, I will make a New life in an Old framiliar place. I will keep my sweet Old friends, but will build New relationships. I am hoping the Old sad self will soon turn into a New excited hopeful self, as I once was. And so we hear ago again, on another adventure even if it is the place I call home.