Home. What a lovely word, full of meaning. Home. The word that fills me with contentment, knowing I’m with my husband and son, in the place we not only hang our hats, but have made some of our most cherished memories.
I’m home after being away five days at thein Asheville, North Carolina. One of the most amazing conferences set in the most glorious conference setting possible. (I could be biased as I grew up a short drive to Asheville and consider it my second home).
Not only did I get to see friends, but I made so many new ones, as well as had the chance to put real people to the faces I love. These women have supported me and accepted me for who I am, offering an ear when I’ve needed it and supporting me in my darkest hours without questioning; nor judging me when I was most broken and couldn’t be there as I should.
I’m bone tired friends, yet my brain is on fire. But just for tonight, I’m headed to bed and hoping my brain shuts down. Hoping the blissful sensation of sleep restores me so I wake up tomorrow fresh and ready to jump feet first back into reality.