Hello all!

I have had so much on my mind lately that it is really hard to even process my thoughts well enough to get my fingers to type a decent post. A lot has happened in the past 7 months, especially the last couple of months. I am a very, "deal with things as they come", kind of person, but I am still stressing out. So...the wanted/unwanted day is coming...the day we move back home. Even though I miss my friends and family something terrible...I still have mixed feelings about the situation. I actually had a panic attack one morning. Yes, a panic attack. As most people know, I am going to be working at Blimpie again, which I am happy about. I cannot wait to be employed again and have amazing coworkers. However, I keep worrying about everyone else. I am usually not the type to worry about what others think, but I am now and I do not know why, nor do I like it. Being from a small town everyone knows everyone, so a lot of people knew I was leaving and knew the reason for moving. I guess I am worried about the question, "Why did you move back home?". It is almost an unbearable question...it irks me. I know the question can be avoided, but I am not that type of person. I am a people person and pretty open about most things. I guess I am just very bitter about the way things turned out. Anyone that knows me well knows how excited I was to move and how happy I was when I was out here...at the beginning anyway. I know moving back home is the right thing to do and I am definitely not turning back now because of that. Like I said, mixed feelings. Being out on your own and away from your family is great. It really helps you gain responsibility and understand life all together...I suppose. I'm moving back home. The more I say it, the more I believe it. Even though we got rid of all of our furniture, it still doesn't feel real...yet. I am trading this beautiful place, amazing new friends, and the easy access of stores for the life I had before. It's scary. I mean, how am I going to feel once I am back there? The same way I did before I moved? Or was moving 2,200 miles away from home for 7 months exactly what I needed? I am not going to know until I am in the car on my way home. 

On a lighter note, I think Ralph and Maddie are definitely missing their grandparents and other dog-friends, so they are more than delighted about the move back home, haha. I missed my first Thanksgiving and Christmas without the family I had always spent it with. Sure, I had Brad, Mindie and Dylin and that was great, too, but it is not that same...you know what I mean. Now, I am going to be spending Easter with my family :) I am almost overjoyed. Since my grandparents kitchen is currently being torn apart and put back together beautifully aka being remodeled...I think we will have our first Easter dinner at my parents house. At least, that is my plan that I have failed to run by all of my family. 

Brad is home. Peace out : )