Yesterday home was a little cottage I shared with an amazing lady from Switzerland right next to a nursery filled with little ones who have stolen my heart.
Today home is the house I grew up in.
But I think yesterdays home is where my heart is still. I ache for it. Tears come every time I think of it. I miss those little ones and all my TLC family. Past volunteers weren't lying when they said that it sucks to leave and be home that it hurts like nothing else. I feel as if my heart was ripped out.
I keep asking myself why did I come home. Why did I leave home.
Somewhere in my I know it was time to leave. A part of me is excited to see what is next. But how could it ever beat what I just left.
What I would give to be sitting in the hospital next to my little girl today. And I don't even like hospitals. I just ache to be there with her. With them all.
soooo understandable!
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