*Image by KrazyKlown
When the plane touched down in Seattle, I cried tears of joy and sadness. Joy, knowing I was going to see my friends and that I was home even just briefly. Sadness, because I knew I would have to leave it behind again. Being home also made me realize that I hardly know San Antonio simply because I haven't been there long enough. Of course I don't get lost driving around a town I've lived in for ten years. Of course I have friends here. That was a good thing to realize. I guess I just have to be more patient. Seeing the people I love was the best birthday gift; I couldn't have asked for more.