How has it been 6 years since I’ve been home?

How has it been SIX years? I’m constantly asking myself this question lately. It’s been exactly six years since I’ve stepped foot back in The US.

The picture above is when I was able to finally get off the plane and airport in LA because I had a long layover. Hung out with a friend until I needed to catch my flight to Chicago and then finally home to see my family.

I haven’t seen my parents or siblings since August 2016, heck none of my family. That’s so crazy. That is literally wild to me to the point I don’t know how I really feel about it.

Granted when thinking about it, I tear up which is also shocking. I’m not that close to my family anymore in general. That’s a long story. However, they are my family and I have my moments when I miss them like crazy.

I honestly didn’t think I would go another six years without going home though. Like when I went home, I didn’t see them for 3 years before that and now it’s double.

I miss the space, a large kitchen, a large room in a house. I miss driving around with my sister and brother talking about every and anything but also nothing at all.

Damn…I think I miss my sister and brother the most. I rarely get to talk to my brother these days. However, I still miss him too. He’ll forever be my little brother, just like my sister is forever my little runt.

I hate that I’m randomly crying while even typing this. Ugh…horrible. Definitely not how I expected my Saturday morning to go. I love living abroad and doing my own thing. I just wish…just sometimes that I could see my family more often. Would definitely love to have more time to do things with them while still doing my own thing.

Do I want to move back to the US? Nope, not at all. It’s not really for me. I felt that way since I was like 6 or 7. More these days with all the different things that have been happening there. It seems worse and I don’t know if I would be able to ever adjust back to it. I know my parents would love to have me back for good, but I really don’t think I can do it.

Hopefully in the future, no matter where I go in this world. I hope that I’ll be more financially stable and have more free time where I can travel more in general but also can see my family more. Being able to see them more often would put my mind at ease.

I guess we’ll see what the future holds. Don’t worry, I’m not crying anymore.