Coming Home

  It has been almost a year since I have been alone or slept in the same place for more than three weeks.  I have seen a lot of the world and have met incredibly interesting people.  The places I have been, the experiences I call my own, and the time I invested in this are a huge part of me now, and yet it is over.  I am coming home to my people who I have known a long time and love.  There is a huge longing in my heart to get on an airplane almost this moment so that I can see again the faces that are so familiar to me.  I can't wait for it... and yet, constant travel, strange predicaments, awful and incredible food, days without comforts, months without wifi, marriage proposals, adventures, heat, cold, volcanos, different cultures, different rules of etiquette... all these things have been my life for a while now.  This may sound insane to you, but I am going to miss the pace of the life I have been living... the people I have lived with... the places I have been...

  Coming home is always going to be a great joy.  Home holds a huge part of my heart... Please know this, but I ask for grace and patience when I miss the home and the people I have had for the last year.

  The past year has changed a lot of things... but it has not changed how excited I am to hug all you lovely people.