This week I made a quick trip back to the town we used to live in to visit old friends and a baby who was born a couple days prior. As I rode on a bus on the highway, it was a weird mix of emotions as I felt like I was going home, but not. I guess that's what happens when you move. There are so many people and things I miss about our old town, but so many things that I'm glad aren't a part of my life anymore. My life in the city now feels so different, in a good way. But I will always, always cherish the five years we spent in this beautiful place that was, at that point, very much home.
