Every time I go home, I'm treated like a little girl... showered with gifts, waited on constantly and reminded of my childhood... GOOD TIMES!!!
4 years later, home at last! It was just incredible to show my kids glimpses of my childhood... where I sat to do homework, what I loved to eat, where I went for my first vacation, my favorite temple, a lot of my special stuff, places and people...
My dad... omg!!! he was practically bouncing off the walls with my son, who is 2 and met his Dada for the first time.
So 28 days and 13 pieces of luggage later, I'm back to my reality in Tampa, Florida... buried under laundry, miserable with pollen allergy and yet beaming in delight of the fresh memories.