It’s official: I’m home.
The feeling I had when I stepped off of that plane onto American soil can never be described in words. To miss your family and friends for so long, unable to talk to them when you want; unable to grab a hug, a smile, or a laugh with them was almost too much.
Christmas and New Year’s were hard to bear. I don’t’ ever want to miss them again, let alone be in a war zone getting mortared on them. Fireworks are great on New Year’s, but not when you have to dodge them as they fall at you. To put it plainly, Afghanistan sucks and I don’t ever want to return.
It’s only been a week and the readjusting hasn’t been kind to my mind and body. I feel like I’ve been to war and back, literally, but according to the higher-ups, it may take a few weeks to feel normal again. Luckily, I have nothing but time. Also, the husband has been a huge help, taking days off to help me get back into a routine and show me what’s new with our kiddos. He’s an angel.
But, I’m here. I’m back. I’m safe and I’m happy. I can’t wait to share with you all what’s in store for our family this year, and what has been happening with our home, our finances and our kids while I was away. Oh, and I turn 30 this month. I can’t even tell you how excited I am about that. Stay tuned for a breakdown of the festivities, and yes, they will be going on all month.
While i’m at it, here is a little video from The Duchess and I. I hope you like it: