Ever go away on a vacation or business trip and unexpectedly have such an amazing time that you weren't ready to come home?  The prospect of that happening to me was so remote when I went to a writer's retreat in Thailand I went to great lengths to get an early morning flight home. Sigh.  I missed my children so much, yet, the freedom I felt was difficult to give up.  For the first time in what seemed like a gazillion years, I felt so happy that week.  I didn't realize how "unhappy" I was about certain things in my life until this weeklong retreat let me revel in being myself as a person and a writer.  

Well, now I'm home and thrilled to be around my children, but I am determined not to lose myself again into the abyss of everyone else's expectations of me.  

Here's a little snippet of how I felt at the end of my trip.  Anyone else relate to this?   

Going Home

Christine

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