Tomorrow, I will be boarding a flight to the small, Southern town I will always consider home. My excitement cannot be expressed in words. It is my annual mid-year trip to spend time with my parents, brother and his family and high school girlfriends. I always get the warm and fuzzies as I walk out of the airport into the heavy, humid air to wait for my parents’ imminent arrival. The hour and half drive home is filled with a lot of laughter and catching up; it’s a wonderful welcome.
Seriously, I can’t wait.