In the South...

We're here.
And surrounded by love.

We spent nearly 18 hours on the same plane with no windows.
18 hours.

It was crazy. And a long day.
Everybody here freaked out. Nobody knew where we were.
And then we got home.
And I explained again how crazy Space A travel can be, and their nerves calmed.

I've been to Walmart.
I've had good crushed ice in a Coke from Zaxby's.
I ate dinner at my parent's kitchen table last night, complete with a green glass bottle coke.

I took my boys to their MeMe & Grumps.
I left Monkey in Germany. Austin has cried for both Monkey and his Momma.
I'm learning to let go a little, and my heart aches, and I'm bored.
I don't know what to do without my boys. I literally don't know what to do.

When planning this trip, I kept thinking about the reasons for it:
Spending much needed alone time with my husband.
Organizing our house and daily lives.
I clung to that.
And then yesterday when I kissed those babies bye, it sunk in.
I was leaving my boys for a month.
I cried.

We're all in the South though. And that makes me smile so big.
I've rearranged my plans to stay here a little longer than I wanted.
I will go spend some time at MeMe's with my boys in a few days.
Then I'll travel back to Germany.

We're in the South.
I am home.
I am warm and not trudging through snow and ice that's weeks old.
I miss my husband.
Travelling makes me tired and sore.
Especially travelling on the same plane for 18 hours.

We'll chat again soon, ok?
Until then, Sonic Cherry Limeades and Marshalls and Old Navy and the DMV are calling my name...