This feels strange. I left New Jersey, where I was raised from age 5 to 18, to go to college five and a half hours away at West Virginia University. And I didn’t miss home. During my junior year at WVU, I spent the spring semester in Italy. Four months in Europe, in unfamiliar surroundings. And again, I didn’t miss home.
I truly don’t mean that to sting my family, I just felt at home in those surroundings. Something here in El Paso isn’t clicking just yet. Brad and I celebrated our first anniversary last weekend
, and just like we did the morning after our wedding, we went out for breakfast at Cracker Barrel
. For the life of me, I wish I could control my emotions…but I couldn’t..I can’t. We sat down at our wooden table set for two, and tears started streaming down my face. Bless Brad’s heart for being able to handle me and my over-active tear ducts!
Maybe it was the memory of last year at Cracker Barrel when we enjoyed breakfast with my closest girlfriends and their dates. Maybe it was all the “country” decor and artifacts hanging on every inch of Cracker Barrel. …Maybe we just haven’t been here long enough for El Paso to feel like “home.”
Whatever it may be, it is beyond amazing to see familiar faces and familiar things when we get the chance. Such was this past weekend when my mom and her husband came to visit us in El Paso. We spent the long weekend strolling around Mesilla, Fort Bliss and dining at some of our favorite restaurants here in El Paso. I leave off with a triptych (am I using this word correctly?) of my mom. And what truly makes these photos is her pure joy. Love you, Mom!