I am glad to be home. I am busy. I am finishing up the school year with my 3rd graders, prepping for my summer job, and packing up the past 6 years of my life to move into a house. Bill and I bought our first house. We are putting down roots and we couldn't be more excited. I've always lead a very busy lifestyle. I've always had things to do, numerous things at one time. I work well like that. And because I am so busy, I haven't had time to really miss it. But the reality is, I do.
I miss traveling and learning about an entirely different culture than my own. I miss my traveling buddies and my friends in Chile. I miss speaking Spanish, or at least attempting to. I miss walking, all over the place. I miss waking up to the mountains in the horizon. I miss not having WiFi at the tip of my fingers, forcing me to hold genuine conversations. I miss greeting every single person in the room, with a kiss on the cheek and an "hola." I miss it.
I figure I have two options. 1. I can sit here and miss it. I can wish I was still there and wish that I could go back. 2. I could make moves. What's next? What great adventure does life have in store for me?