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 Missing Home...
I never thought I would be one to say this, but I am finding myself really missing home...Texas. I have dreamed of going to exotic lands and exploring Europe for most of my life. And now that I've married someone who is active duty military, I'm living the dream of a lifetime! And don't misunderstand me, I love Germany! I love all the experiences that I get to enjoy. I love the fact that we're right in the heart of all the action and can drive 15 minutes and be in Belgium or hop on a train and be in Paris in a couple of hours. I'm doing things that many people only dream of doing. And I get to do it for the next 3 years. But, right now, as the weather gets colder and the holiday season gets closer, I'm dreaming of home. And today my very dear friend is getting married and I won't be there to see her walk down the aisle. She was my maid of honor just a little more than a year ago, and I won't even be at her wedding. That just makes me sad. I dreamed of her last night. It was not a good dream. I dreamed that we were being ripped apart against our will. I woke up to a very sad realization that my dream was echoing what my heart already knew...I miss home. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I spend way to much time not speaking to anyone because I don't speak German. I need some friends here that I can spend time with to help me acclimate to my new country. I have always had a very close relationship with my family and have had a handful of girlfriends that are more like sisters. I think about them often. Thank goodness for email and facebook! Otherwise, keeping in touch would be even more difficult.
I'm still adjusting to being married to the military. Some days I wonder if it's all worth it. But then I look at my wonderful husband and our beautiful son and I know this is the life I want. I waited my whole life to meet them. But sometimes letting go of my past just hurts a little.
    Posted by jodiesjournal on 2009-10-23 05:33:34 | Rating: | Views: 21
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