Going Home

When we were flying in over the water about to land in Florida, I got misty eyed. I was overcome with emotion at the idea of being back home. Moving up north was a big change for me. I had lived in Florida my entire life. I was used to living near my family, working at the same place for years; I had a steady routine in my life.

This trip was interesting for me. I returned home expecting to feel the same, but I didn't. I am a different person. This past year my perspective on life has drastically changed. I have set goals for myself that I am determined to accomplish. I am taking chances and trying new things, just to say I tried. Being home reminded me of the many things I wanted to change in my life and I realized how much I had accomplished.

It also made me miss the friendships I had. It's not the easiest thing to move and make new friends. Seeing my friends and family made me want to remain a part of it. Some friends did not meet me which stressed the point that it is hard to maintain relationships when apart. The friends who I saw, I treasure (I truly do). There were noticeable differences in the conversation. Things had changed for them as well as me. So I guess they are right when they say, you can't go home again. I enjoyed my visit and will return soon, but my home is now up north.

Pictures include family photos, lunch, and dinner at the Irish Pub!