I have never been good at leaving places whether it is for a week, a month, a year it doesn’t matter. Even when I would come home for Christmas for a week I would get choked up pulling out of the drive way in Charleston. So whatever part of my brain decided that moving away for 4 months (2 of those months without Casey and Scarlett) it officially broken.
Don’t get me wrong, it is good to be home but no matter where I am going the leaving is always the worst. I will go through this whole thing again leaving Philadelphia to go to Atlanta; it is just my nature. But as a friend told me yesterday, if it was easy to leave that would mean wherever I was leaving didn’t mean that much to me. So I can say with confidence my home in Charleston and all of my friend there mean the world to me!
Now that I am home I am enjoying running my old roads (5 miler today in the beautiful weather) eating at some of my favorite places ever. I am having a wonderful time hanging out with my mom doing ordinary things and just hanging around in the house I grew up in.
Last night when I got in I was also able to surprise my brother for his 15th birthday. My mom and I had planned it so that they would go to dinner and I would just walk in and sit down with them. He was shocked, it was pretty priceless and I was glad I got to make it there for his day.
So while I try to enjoy all the time I have here and the experiences I am having, in the back of my head I have the count down to return to Charleston already clicking…55 days and counting!
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