Going/Coming Home

there are times when you are on vacation and you are so very excited to be there and do what you are doing, then you hit that wall and you just say, I am ready to go home, ready to be in my bed around my things...getting on with life. I had that feeling driving home today. It was so bizarre to have that feeling coming home.

I did not want to go to Texas, did not want to leave my kids and grandkids. My grandkids more only because they change so fast, I badly do not want them to forget me or to not want me to be a huge part of their lives because they are not used to me. I know that is insecurity on my part but I do not want that. I want to see all of their dance recitals/school programs/sports events...I cannot do that if I live 25 hours away.

However, despite all of my arguing about it I absolutely know that I was supposed to go, no idea why but I did know I was. When I tried to work it out to stay here, it did not feel right, all went wrong. I set it up to leave and like dominoes the obstacles fell out of the way.

Now I am home for a visit, 4th of July/Tysons bday/Destiny s dance class etc and I have been here for a week and a half and I feel like I need to be moving on. It is almost like ... ok you said yes, you went, now you are back and are wanting to stay so I need to give you yet another push that this is not where you are supposed to be.

I have no idea why I need to be gone from here, but I know I do. so many emotions about that.

All I can do is follow the opportunities and see what happens. Wish me luck!!