Home is where the heart is...

If home is where the heart is, then, I'm home. Almost.

In some ways it's been a hard transition back to the US, and in other ways it's been surprisingly easy - depending on how you look at it. But, in any event, I'm here, I'm safe, I'm healthy, and I'm slowly but surely gearing up for the beginning of the school year!

.....if only my suitcase were here to "be home" with me... (I'm not a big fan of American Airlines at the moment!) But, somewhere in Miami sits one lonely piece of lost luggage (or "delayed", if you're the woman who continues to use this word in an effort to trick me into thinking that this really isn't a big deal..."it's only delayed a bit"). Really, it's lost. But at least it's enjoying much warmer weather than I am, that's for sure!

More than complain about "delayed" luggage, I wanted to thank those of you who have traveled with me - through reading my blog. Thanks for the encouraging comments, the up-lifting emails, the phone calls, the packages (Jen Rowe wins the gold in this event!), the prayers, and the wonderful welcome home! I'm so blessed to have people like you in my life. If you're reading this, give yourself a hug for me - or give me a call and we'll see what we can do to make it happen in real life! :)

As for now - I'm off (in my LONG PANTS and SWEATSHIRT) to figure out how to function again in a society that flushes their toilet paper, actually likes dogs, doesn't greet everyone they come across, and - for the most part - speaks English. Phew.