I'm so stinkin' excited right now! I booked flights to Switzerland yesterday night for a super duper price! I'm thrilled and can't even describe how happy I am.
I do this to myself every year. I stress about the cost of flights, I ponder over staying home one summer. Honestly, it gives me sleepless nights. There's always guilt involved, no matter how I decide. If I don't go, there's guilt that my parents don't get to see their grandchildren for two years. There's fear that something might happen to my parents. Really, I never thought living far away from family would be so hard! And if I go, I feel guilty about the money spent and leaving Brian home alone for a month.
Brian is totally supportive and always says "Get over it, press the button and move on... forget about the money, it's family that counts". So why do I still feel guilty? I wish I could figure it out.
So here I am again, feeling the guilt of leaving my husband behind for a month and the wonderful happiness of knowing that I will be with my parents this summer.
Yep, I'm a torn person. I have two homes. Even after ten years in the States, I think of Switzerland as my home. Funny, he? I wonder if that will ever change?
I'll leave you with a picture from last summer. A wonderful evening walk...