Home Sweet Home, Again

Well, I'm back from my trip to visit my family. I go back to work tomorrow, but I don't know how. I know that I was only gone for about a week, but something changed in me during that time. Something happened to me while I was there and I'm not sure that I can put words to it. I feel different in a way that I've never really felt before. I feel kind of like I have a purpose. I'm not going to get into details right now because I haven't talked to my husband about it yet, just know that I'm not the same person that I was before I left.

On a different note, I guess it's good to be back. I'm happy to see my hubby and all of my stuff is here. I will tell you this: if my husband wasn't here, I wouldn't be either. There's nothing keeping me here except him. It isn't that I don't like it here, it's just that I don't have ties to this place. My job is fun, but I'd leave it in a heartbeat. I have a few friends, and I would miss them, but we could keep in touch. I do like my church, but I could find another one. It just doesn't feel like home. I suppose that could change with time, but that has yet to be seen. I like Logan, I just don't love it.