Peace.

It's hard to believe that I have been home for nearly two months, two busy months. I said time and time again while I lived in England that I was scared to come home. Although there are still days where I desperately miss my English home, I can now say that I am happy to be back to my old Kentucky home.

Harlaxton taught me countless lessons but one of my favorites was to be content, no matter your location. I was able to do what I thought was impossible - move 4,000 miles away from all things familiar, turn a strange house into a home and strange people into dear friends. But just as adventure was good for my soul, coming home to an old familiar place has been too.

I was so caught up with the idea of how much I would miss England, I forgot how much I truly longed to be home.
I missed the laughs with my best friends and was surprised to see them run out of the Kappa Delta house on my first day back.
I missed the heart to hearts with my Momma and I have thoroughly enjoyed listening to her advice while sitting on the front porch at night.
I missed the random hugs from my Daddy and I know he missed the desperate phone calls from me when my car breaks down. (This has already happened twice)
I missed my big brothers and have even found a new favorite hobby (kayaking) with them on the weekends.
I missed watching the sun set low over the fields while driving home after a long day at work.
I missed the rhythm of a familiar, weekly routine.
I missed my Potter Family Zoo and the newest editions that found a home while I was away.
I missed the way that Bowling Green settles in the summer, even if I find myself bored sometimes.
But then again, I missed the feeling of being bored and filling that time with things that I now love.

Although I met some incredible people and was able to see sights that no adjectives could ever describe, I finally feel at peace with being home.