It's my last day in the mountains. My last day in my parents home, where...well...I feel a bit like a kid...safe, cared for and so comforted.
A place where I am loved unconditionally.
I can be exactly who I am here.
I wish I could wrap up that feeling and take it home with me in my suitcase.
Each year, I get better at leaving, a little stronger and less shaky on these long legs of mine but I always shed a few tears, mourning the passing of time and the inevitable return to reality.
Time to take a deep breath, put on my mommy hat, step back into my big girl shoes and get back on my path.
Enjoy your day and celebrate every precious moment.