I’m finally back home. Since August, it’s felt like I’ve been on a never-ending travel day. Since early August I’ve been to southern Germany, France, the U.S., Austria and then the UK. My brain kind of feels like it’s going to explode but I’m grateful to be home for the next month and a half so I can regroup.
I have quite a lot to say about everywhere I’ve been and the thoughts I’ve been having but I don’t have the capacity at this exact moment to formulate them into any sort of coherent thoughts. For now, I’ll quickly focus on how good of a feeling it is to come home.
When I walked out of the airport, Russell just about jumped out of the window to see me. He climbed up onto the couch and laid next to me (taking my spot). He slept next to me, pushing his back into my legs and inched his way up to my pillow in the morning.
Big exhale~