For those of you that don't know, Brett and I decided to come home about 3 weeks early from our trip. This morning, we hopped on a flight in Brussels and flew home. We've been home for about 3 hours, and the dog peed herself before we even touched her.
It's very very surreal to be home, in a place that is familiar, yet totally alien. I didn't start to realize how long even 2 months is to be away from home, and how profoundly happy I would be to be back on US soil. It's great to be back at home with the dog in our house, but there are so many things different about the house - every picture save two in the upstairs hall have been taken down, for example - that it is really difficult to feel at home, even here, in our home. Things are still in flux with Kelly moving out, us coming back early unexpectedly, and the backyard being re-done, but I'm sure I will slowly settle back in here.
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An attempt to convey the sense and senses of being where I am.
1 comment:
well...welcome back! I missed you! I hope everything is ok and you didnt have to come back because of some sort of emergency. Life is crazy right now, but I hope I can see you soon!
~vanessa
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