Also two years since I have been to a place I called home for 24 years and two years since I have seen most of my family and almost all of my friends. Two years of trials and adjustments and life in a grown up world.
It's strange to think the place I once called home and the people I love have gone on living without me (an egocentric thought I know, I have done the same). We have grown apart despite how hard we have tried to hold on to each other. Babies have been born (and turned one!), couples have married and in some cases, divorced, homes were purchased, jobs secured, new friends made and lives lost.
Two years has flown by in the blink of an eye and yet, the time is filled with millions of moments that I have missed or that others have missed. But this is the life I have chosen; distance and time will always separate me somehow.
I will often wish I had more money to pay for the enormous plane fares (I should have married a very wealthy man in order to live this lifestyle; I also probably shouldn't have been a person that didn't have a horrendous fear of flying). I hate to think that because of money I miss out on so many wonderful things. I hate to think I need money to change that.
So two years later, time marches on. And I go on, to whatever future I will find. Wherever I might go.
