Heading Home

Where to start?

I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since my last post. So much has happened in that time. Where did it all go?

I guess when you have a surrogate family to introduce to Grenoble, sisters to meet at the airport in Paris, then cousins to meet at the airport in Paris, and nonstop drinking, laughing, chowing, sightseeing, conversing, exploring and general wanderlusting around Italy and Paris, it’s easy to lose track of time.

I have so many stories, so many adventures….and misadventures to report back. And those stories and photos will come. But right now, home is on the brain.


Something I’ve been thinking about and questioning more and more as I move around. But it’s funny how home can mean so many different things, can be so muddled and confusing as you travel, and redefine it’s meaning, and yet in a split second, the meaning of home can solidify into something so crystal clear.

When I recently found out that my grandma- my mentor, my idol, my constant source of unwavering support- has a cancerous tumor, I panicked and thought, “I need to be home.” The next day, when the fear fog had lifted and I calmed down, I realized, “I need to be home.” Visa issues kept me from returning for her 70th birthday (she’s young, I know!) and prevented me from being a part of graduations, weddings and other life events. And as hard as it was at times, I didn’t have the option of returning home, so I charged forward in France telling myself that it was all okay because I was living my dream, and this is where I’m “supposed” to be.

But right now I need to be home. As cliché as it is- home really is where you place your heart. Right now my heart is in Lubbock Texas with my grandma. In Austin Texas with my family. It’s with the people who raised me, who created me, who made me who I am with their constant love and support- my original community.

So next week I’m headed home.

And while the return might not be for the most ideal of circumstances, I am feeling thankful. Thankful that I can fly back. Thankful that my grandfather’s Christmas savings bonds helped in the most unexpected of ways. Thankful that there are so many medical advancements. Thankful that I am so close with my family. And thankful that I get to go home.

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