Finally back “home”. If home is where the heart is I am most certainly here. Sitting in a warm soft bed, a gift from a friend I didn’t know I was missing from my life until this summer. My beautiful room lovingly prepared by my friends, perhaps my Italian family. Staring out of my window at a view that people pay thousands of dollars a night to see and I blessedly call it home. The trees bravely climbing the rocky cliffs have turned themselves into a sea of yellows and warm reds all swaying gently in a breeze as if to wave a welcome home to me. I feel content, easy, as if my whole existence is wrapped warmly in blankets and placed by a crackling fireplace.
I’m spending today getting settled in, putting together a puzzle with Jacob in the afternoon, trying to make some order of my room and getting mentally prepared for what lies ahead. I know the year ahead of me will be difficult and there very well maybe moments when I want to go back to my “real home” but I think the struggle will be worth it. I’ll be the better for it: better for having struggled and triumphed, better for the hard work, and better for the friendships. I’ll have crossed at least 2 things off my life list – living abroad for a year and visiting Whittington castle and hopefully working on becoming proficient in Spanish when the women from Uruguay arrive. If nothing else accomplishing 3 life goals in one year should make me feel good.
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