The bags are packed (almost) and my alarm clock is set for 4am. By time this post publishes I will be in an airplane probably somewhere over Ohio. I'm going home. To be totally honest, I haven't given home much thought since moving out here. Mostly because when I do, it brings tears to my eyes. But, this week in Minnesota gives me a different way to think about home.
I'll admit that I'm a little odd because I hardly ever get excited about trips. The day before my trip to Costa Rica in high school, a classmate asked me if I was excited. I said yes, but the truthful answer was no. I had a fabulous time on my trip: to say that it was life-changing is dramatic but also accurate. And, when I was preparing to move out here I wasn't excited at all. I was a modge-podge of other emotions.
This trip is different. I know exactly what I've been missing.
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