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I haven't written in a few days. It's not that I haven't thought about it, I just keep wanting to write something good. Big. Profound. I feel pressured to be sarcastic and hilarious like Jon Acuff on Stuff Christians Like. (But seeing as I emailed him for advice and he ignored me that isn't going to happen.)
So I am just going to type instead. No one is reading this blog anyway, so what does it matter?

I was in Northern Illinois for 3 days this week, doing the "corporate thing". Yikes. It was great to be back and see all my old friends and co workers (Thanks for all the awesome compliments you showered me with guys!) But all I kept saying was, "I wanna go home!" I haven't been in the country even a year yet, but oh my gosh, the difference! I would never have guessed that the lifestyle I have lived my entire life would now freak me out so badly. The rushing here and there to meetings, dealing with construction traffic, running late constantly, eating out 9 times in 3 days. My body was in panic mode. I was on edge, shaky, and basically just overwhelmed.

I felt out of place in my "old" casual work clothes. It felt strange to be pulling around my little laptop suitcase and carrying 2 cell phones. I was nervous presenting in front of team mates and managers. So I went out and got an $80.00 new hairdo (OK it IS super cute), and new clothes (I am in a size 8 for the first time in 11 years!) , pasted a coy smile on my face and became the Senior Department Specialist/Training Facilitator my email signature tells me I am.

Thursday morning I got into work early, attended 3 meetings in 3 hours, "did" lunch, led an awesome training class, and said my goodbyes. But Thursday evening with my sassy new look, I sped down Interstate 55 kicked off the shoes that were pinching my toes, tucked my hair behind my ears, turned up the Randy Travis and drove as fast as I could go- back to my dinky little speck on the map. Didn't even stop to pee.

I was filled with peace Friday morning, driving the 8 blocks to drop my son off at school and being back in 3 minutes, read my email at a leisurely pace, fed Ivan a bottle (he missed me so much!), cleaned house and anticipated my husbands return from work(he really missed me too).

I guess no matter where you live, what rung on the corporate ladder you are on, or how rockin' your hairstyle is, it's always just good to be HOME.