Sitting on the airport floor and thinking about the last few weeks. My life has become a back and forth movement between two separate lives. I have two places to call home, for their own separate reasons. As the last days of each come, I always get anxious for whats to come next. It's interesting when your life comes in segments. Mine come in groups of two and four. Two months spent in Salt Lake City and four months spent in Freiburg. I press pause in one place as I continue life in the other. Right now I am about to get on my plane and stop life in Salt Lake City. I love my family and I am so happy most of my time was spent with them. I wouldn't be where I am without my parents. I love you. I am what I am because of you. See you in February :) .. (as long as the Mayans were wrong of course).
