This is always the hardest part.
I hate leaving.
It's okay once I get where I'm going and get back into the routine.
But the leaving part takes all the strength I have.
Not that the airport makes it any less painful. I usually follow my routine of overweight-overstuffed suitcases and too many carry-ons.
It's just hard to pack for a month.
My break was so wonderful. I saw more family and friends than I have any other break.
It was nice to catch up with long-lost friends, spend time with those who always have my heart and family from near and far.
So begins 2008.
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