Saturday, April 11, 2009

Coming home

I don't know if I have ever been so excited to get on a plane to get home. My home. I grew up in Virginia Beach, and every time I go back I think that we need to move back. I know Virginia Beach. I love the water. The schools are great.

But being back in Virginia Beach this time was so different. I didn't feel like it was home. I missed my home. I missed Boise. I saw so many differences in the people there. I wondered if they would have been so supportive if the fire had happened in that community. And when I stepped off the plane, I felt like I was home. I am home.

1 comment:

  1. Thank GOODNESS!!! I missed you guys wayyyy to much hahaha.