I’m leaving to go back to where my belongings are in the next twenty-four hours.  A few set backs kept me home longer than I expected, but it felt good to be here.  I had told my family my plans on leaving and of course, my mother went into her normal, ‘I-can’t-wait-till-you-get-back!’ mode while my dad sat quietly.  Today, I found him making dinner and dessert in the kitchen.  Quietly, I assumed my place next to him and we began cooking together, a symphony of noises and smells that didn’t seem out of place in the house.

We cooked in relative silence, but my mind was going a million times a minute.  The simple actions of chopping onions and peeling potatoes were so natural, it was as if I never left.  I forgot how much I missed being home.

Coming home is the best thing that could happen to me.  I haven’t had much time to sit and think about my future until I was home and away from everything that was going on.  I made my decision to come back while watching onions slowly turn golden brown in a hot cast iron skillet.

So I am coming back.  It’s the best thing for me and I can’t wait to see what happens.

Have Fun and Be Safe.