Homeward Bound

All I have ever wanted to do was to find ‘it’. That great adventure; the thing that makes you come alive. To see the world and explore countrysides, beaches to historical sites. As I hugged my nephew goodbye and watched him waving from my sister’s window, all I could think was that I wanted to come home. I have been running from my family and myself for 10 years, first when I moved to London and then again when I moved to Bali. I wanted a clean slate to make my way in the world.

After almost one year back in the USA I cannot believe how foolish I have been. My family is far from perfect and we frustrate each other at times, but wow each and every one of them is special. They are individually and collectively amazing. How could I have let so many years slip by with only a few phone and skype calls. I was so focused on the imperfections that I missed all the beauty. I couldn’t have picked a better family if I tried.

My sister told Preston my nephew that Tante (Aunt) Sisssy is going away to the beach to work and she will be back when it snows. This morning he woke and asked his nanny if it was snowing. I still see him standing in the window with his little hands and face pressed up against the glass, as my mom and I drive off. The tears roll down my face behind sunglasses. My mom pats my head and says that I will be back soon. Note to readers: your families are precious remember to appreciate rather than judge them. We all have our own battles to face, but if we can face them together with love how wonderful would that be?

My sister and Preston morning cuddle after his early rise.

My sister and Preston morning cuddle after his early rise.

I always sit next to him event if that leaves my sister in the front driving on her own.

I always sit next to him even if that leaves my sister in the front driving on her own.

Little adventures together.

Little adventures together.

We dressed him up as Elmo and he loved seeing himself in the mirror.

We dressed him up as Elmo and he loved seeing himself in the mirror.

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