Home I am, and find myself doing very well. It’s such a blessing that the afternoon and evening went decently smoothly and I didn’t collapse into I-cant-handle-America convulsions,
as I just may have feared I might.
The plane’s wheel hit the runway with a jolt and thrust me back into a life that was familiar and yet felt a million years away at the same time. Even so, I smiled in genuine excitement, and my heart raced as I it hit me for the 27th time that I was so close to seeing my people and squeezing them tight.
I scurried from the terminal I had entered five weeks and three days before at the start of my adventure, and within minutes was running through the gate into my family’s arms. And then there I was, there we were, as it nothing had ever changed and I hadn’t been away for a month and a half. We hugged each other tight and laughed at the fact that it was all so weird that I was actually home, that after all the waiting and traveling I was really back.
We grabbed my bags and took off for subs and McFlurries before traveling the last leg
of the journey home to a beautifully decorated house that celebrated that I was back with birthday banners, balloons, ribbons, and drawings. Made me a little teary as I realized for the 392nd time just how much these people love me, and just how much I love them back.
The time change and jet lag are hitting hard, but coffee and quite early mornings have been ordained by Jesus and my Momma, and take them I will. It’s been quite a journey, and it’s wonderful and heart wrenching to be back. The trip processing is going to run into
full swing within the next couple hours.
FYI, if you have an a free afternoon and have the strange desire to drink coffee, listen to a million stories, and go through a billion photos, let me know. I have just the opportunity for you J. Until then, much love to you all.
Instagram saw it first, but I truly have missed ice cream and little minion brothers :)