Home

So I was gone for a while. Two weeks to be exact.

I flew to San Diego on July 15th and stayed until July 29th, I had been gone for about 6 months. I went "home" for a visit and to be in my friend of 12 years, wedding. It was wonderful and beautiful and such an honor to be in the wedding. The picture above is of me with the gorgeous bride out on the dance floor.

I was also there for her maid of honor's (who is also her sister) 21st birthday which was 3 days after the wedding. I got to celebrate with her and we were giddy with being back together again.

The whole time I was in San Diego I had great adventures and visits with my family and friends. It felt so amazing to be surrounded by those I love and who love me again. My heart was so full, overflowing even, the whole time I was there. My trip to San Diego was refreshing and very much needed. But I realized something quite surprising. After being born and spending my whole life in San Diego, it is not my home anymore. However Florida is not my home either. Home is, as cheesy and cliche' as it sounds, totally where my heart is. With my husband, with my family, with my friends. Wherever my husband is, is where I belong. He holds the largest chunk of my heart here on earth, and he is my home. But little parts of my heart are spread all over. I have a home with parents, I have a home with my in-laws, I have a home in a Borough of Blue in Escondido, and a several homes in Poway, there is a home in Canada that will soon re-locate to India, I have a home in Clairemont, and many more, wherever these people go who carry parts of my heart. This was very comforting to realize, it brings me peace to know this.

To know now, wherever I go and wherever these important people in my life go, no matter the time or distance that seperates us, whenever we are brought back together it will be like coming home.