saying goodbye to my family was a million times harder than i expected.
i haven't quite put my finger on why, but it is true that i miss them.
it is such a strange internal struggle: one part of me wants to be able to get dinner with them any night of the week we want, but another part of me won't live in northwest ohio if you paid me.
how can familiarity be so comforting one moment, but i want to run away from it the next? perhaps it is my hunger to learn and travel.
my parents' and brother's trip here was beautiful. i could not have asked for more (except for that one night when i thought the altitude was literally killing my mother, but she woke up healthy the next morning).
when i will see them again is the question that torments my heart and mind.
but, my heart tells me i need to keep moving forward in work, time, and space. who knows where i will be during my gap year between peace corps and grad school... argentina, italy, ireland, uk, france.... what i do know is i made a pinky promise this morning that i would at least visit austin before starting graduate school. that eases my stomach and calms the muscles in my worried face.
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