I dont know what else to say other than I am torn...right in half.
Half of me wants to stay here, yet the other half of me wants to go home. It really is a tale of two cities. My past...my present...then figuring where my future will be.
I have enjoyed every second of being here. Not one minute has been taken for granted. I have never given my family the credit that they deserve. I have felt so loved from the second my plane landed over a week ago. I havent realized until now how much I need them. They have been the greatest support for me.
One thing I am determined to get into is my geneology charts. I started them years ago and never finished them. I had hit a wall back then and I think I may have gotten past that. I would be interested to see how far I can go.
I am making copies of some old pictures of my family while I am here. Thankfully my aunt is very organized and has everything dated.