that's a wrap.
- just a girl trying to figure it out, and that's a wrap. -
It's 11:49pm. Tomorrow we leave for IA and we can't just turn around and come back this time. At least not for two weeks.
How do I feel?
Sad. Really sad. Like it's 12 years ago all over again.
I keep telling myself it's only two weeks. I'll be back. But my brain keeps repeating that moment when I was eight years old, saying goodbye to my Momo and Granddad and boarding the flight that changed my life forever.
For the better. But sometimes for the worse.
Do you know what it feels like to miss home? To long for it and mourn for it? To be away for more than half your life, but still step foot on your hometown turf just to have your heart beg your head never to leave.
Yeah. It kind of sucks.
Here's to hometowns and memories and all of that sappy stuff.
I swore I would never come back to this place, but in two weeks I don't know if I'll ever leave.
Well, it's almost midnight and Joanie B. and I have an incredibly long trip ahead of us for the next two days.
Thanks for reading (if you made it this far) and I'll write to you soon.
This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as a twenty-something female entrepreneur navigating life as the co-owner of a mother-daughter business. Things get pretty insane, but we make it all work.