01 6 / 2012
Time For Me To Fly…
Well, friends, I have successfully depleted every last penny in my bank account (literally,) so it looks like it’s time to come home.
Home:
Where my bed is free, and I don’t have to look for a new room every night.
Where everyone knows how long I’ve been gone, where I live, the GPA I graduated with, who my last boyfriend was, and what my dreams for the future look like.
Where I get to eat food purchased by someone else (thanks Mom and Dad!)
Where I know my way around town like the back of my hand, and the only map I need is the one in my head that is a picture of every friend’s house I need to stop by.
Where I can put my clothes in a closet and ditch my well-worn suitcase.
Where I find my favourite cereal in the pantry and mom’s still-warm chocolate chip cookies on the counter
Where I don’t have to pay for my laundry.
Where I can look outside and see all my pals in the pool, waiting for me to bring them some fresh pumpkin or zucchini bread.
Where we pile all three kids and two dogs into a queen bed…and absolutely love it.
Where I can run around barefoot.
Where I don’t have to worry about who the last person was to “use this toilet or these sheets.”
Where I can shower without flip-flops.
Where I can ride horses for miles into the forest, get lost, and lose track of time with old friends.
Where I’ve known most of my buddies since we were six years old, hiding in the tires on the playground of the elementary school.
Where I don’t have to use a converter to charge my laptop.
Where I wake up to the smell of pine trees, sage brush, and the sound of my beloved bloodhound howling as she begs me to let her out of her kennel.
Where I get to hike Black Butte under a full moon, in the middle of the night…just because it sounds like fun.
Where I can talk to friends on the phone.
Where I run into people I’ve known for a decade and a half everywhere I go.
Where I don’t have to worry about what I’ll eat for breakfast.
Where I can drive my little blue Jetta down the highway, sun-roof and windows open, breeze rushing through my hair, and country music blastin’ on the radio.
…and most importantly:
Where I get to see the people I love most every single day.
Don’t get me wrong: this little escapade to Europe has been incredible—it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. But I suppose there’s a point in everyone’s life when it’s just time to go…HOME.
So Daddy, Jake, Jared, puppies, and friends…Here I come.
See you at the airport on June 3rd. (1:30pm)
Can’t wait.
