At the arrival at the airport there was almost a childlike excitement as i glanced through the security doors and saw my dad. Daddy was waiting at the door for me to come home. There is so much joy when you fly 24 hours and u remember the purpose of why you went through all that trouble... to me it is to get home to the ones i love , to find my resting place. I am very blessed to have this ; a loving home , a physical place to rest my soul. I think of the lyrics to the needtobreathe song " come lay your burdens down...come", to me home this is the place. It has been quite the adventure the past months and now i get to come home and i get to rest and lay my burdens down...no worries about the future, no appointments, concerns, duties.... i come to rest.
It has been a fun 24 hours and dramatic 24 hours due to late flights, British accents and mostly a tad of bad luck but we certainly made it. The journey continues to be interesting when you come to add the jet lag factor and im writting this blog at 5 in the morning local time...boy oh boy.
So tomorow or today or yesterday for those in texas the summer holidays will begin for me, the plan is simple for these 10 days by a routine i can only exemplify by a list.
-Food
-Exploring
-Beach
-More food
-More exploring
-Napping
-Snacking on french food
-Running
-Reading lots of books
-Eating while reading
that is the Mediterranean lifestyle diet... and i plan to practice it religiously.
And since this is 5 in the morning i will attempt to go to sleep and leave this as short and sweet.
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