Sick in Italy

Sick in Italy

Three days into traveling I was ready to call it quits…

I had just spent the past 24 hours sleeping. Trying to shake a cold and a hangover caused by 3 liters of wine.

Ya, self-inflicting pain. I know.

With the beauty of Venice and the cool air that surrounded me, I wanted to go back home. What a weird and foreign concept. For the past two years, I haven’t had a home. There was no residency. No bed. No pet. Just me, a suitcase, and my laptop.

What was different?

I had been “home” for four months in San Jose, CA. Spending time with the people I cared about.

My little sister growing up quickly about to leave for college herself.

My best friends all have kids of their own.

Watching those little nuggets grow, learn to speak, walk, and start school.

When I left two years ago, I left to find myself. To find some sort of purpose. I think after those two years I found it.

To be with the family I love and want to see grow.

For the first time in a long time, I am homesick. Because for the first time in a long time its not just about me.

It’s about family.