So, we went home to Iowa for Thanksgiving last week. I’ve been mulling over what to say about it, but all I keep coming up with is this: It was awesome.
I had no idea how stressed and wound up I was until I got a mental and physical vacation. When I got back to DC, I still had the same amount of crap to deal with as I did when I left, but my stress level has remained steady. Even-keel. Non-existent.
See…it’s become apparent that being thousands of miles away from the people you care most about isn’t the ideal way to live. This doesn’t signal any geographical changes in the short-term…but I’m excited about the idea of what’s to come.
Until then, I’m doing my best to hold on to these feelings of home.