Being away from home is hard. Being away for such a long time is even harder. Being away for a long time when you are not feeling well is hardest of all. Even when you are in a beautiful and peaceful place with people who love and care for you, if it isn't home, something just isn't right.
But now I am back home. Home is a different house than what I left, but it is home nonetheless. Home to the snuggles and hugs and kisses that keep us all going.
I arrived to a cold and rainy day which has given way to two days of snow. It is a hair too warm to stick for long, but white flakes have been gently falling and excited tongues have been stuck out ready to catch them. The sky is dark and gray and the air is damp. A big change from where I spent the past several weeks, and my ever sensitive body is complaining loudly. I feel like I am letting everyone down by not returning in full good health, ready to take on the world. I know I am better than when I left, and that I will continue to improve, but feeling the setback of the strain of traveling and the change of climate is discouraging. Hopefully once I get back on track with the time and the routines things will begin to continue on the path of improvement.
Yet I am home with those I love most in this world and it is exactly where I want to be.