The excitement is there sitting in the pit of my stomach…

to get on an airplane, to sleep in an airport (yeah frankfurt), to fly over Europe and then over the Atlantic... to touch down at the end of the journey.

The excitement of seeing one’s family after months of being away. The excitement of being in a country where you can understand the language; where I will not have to dread the thought of someone coming up to me and asking a question! Seeing familiar sights… driving familiar roads with a familiar traffic pattern.
But why then do I want to go back…
As much as I look forward to going home and I am excited to be there… I do not miss the place only the people. I love the new things, new places, new people and new food… I love the challenge it is to walk down the street or to try buy groceries, or to get on a bus. To learn new ways… I don’t want to be the same… everyday a new day and I want to wake up ready for new adventures... on the good days and the bad days… I love it!