Home Is Where Your Heart Is

I'm at my dad's house. A house that used to be my house too. I didn't live in this particular house for very long, as it was just finished being built three months before we got engaged. But any house my dad lives in, I would consider my home. It's hard to let go of that ownership. Of a place you feel so comfortable in. A place where you can 100% be yourself, where filters are not necessary, and conversation is easy.

I love it in Greenwood. I had THE BEST long weekend here. I spent every minute either with someone I love and miss or in a place I love and miss (ie: the Greenwood Park Mall. Lol. I must have gone in there at least 4 seperate times this weekend)
But even though I had all this fun here I still missed Beau. Which is a good thing! There are times I worry that when I go home I won't miss him. I have mixed feelings about being here without him. I LOVE the freedom of coming here without him. I go where I want and do what I want and I don't have to worry about him being bored or tired.
But I also feel like he misses out on some amazing moments in my life. For example, I spent two days with my nephews, Gavin and Garrett. What amazing little people they are turning in to!!!! With there own thought and feelings and wild imaginations! There were several times that I wished he was there to see what little comedians they are!

Even in just one year of marriage I have learned something important,though. We don't have to do everything together. I need to come home to my family, too. And it's no one's fault but my own if I don't make time to do it. I don't want to miss out on making memories with my own family.

Home Is Where Your Heart Is. And sometimes that means it's in two places at once.




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