Almost Home..?

In only a few weeks, I will be on a plane heading back home. I'm really very excited for it, but at the same time, I like it here. Where else can I get a mountain view from my window? There is so much beauty here, I don't want to leave it.

And yet, it'll be a relief to drive for an hour and not have my ears pop because of altitude change. It'll be nice to have straight roads, to see for miles on end. I like the trees and hills here, but I can't wait to get back to the grass and fields. I'll probably miss, at some point, the quaint paths through town, the brick walkways, the winding streets...but you know, I am anticipating getting back to the grid street system.

I've made friends over here, to be sure, and I'll be keeping in touch with them. However, I want nothing more than to get back to the friends and family that are so very close and so very dear to me. My friends from home, that I've known since I was a kid, I've missed them a lot. My family, I'm used to seeing them on breaks, I've never been away from home for this long. My college friends, I've never spent a whole semester away from them before. I want to see everyone so badly.

I want to go back to baking with my mom, in a familiar kitchen with all the old cookbooks and that bible of all cookbooks, the Joy of Cooking. Unsure of a ratio? Check the Joy of Cooking. Length of time for baking pie? Joy of Cooking. No more changing recipes for Celsius, no more frustration over measuring cups, everything will be back to the way it was.

I can't wait to see snow.

I can't wait to hear thunder.

I can't wait to get home.