When I was on the train heading back to France from Italy, I had a weird feeling.  It’s been five weeks since I’ve been away from home.  Five weeks is actually the longest time I’ve been away from home.  I felt that it was time for me to go back home, but I wasn’t going home.  It was weird to feel that way because every summer for the past few years, when I was in Europe, I never felt ready to go home.  I actually sobbed for awhile when it was time to say good bye to the beautiful land and to the people who I love. I should be feeling the excitement that I got to stay much longer on this trip.

So, I gave myself a good thought to erase the weird feeling that I was having in my mind:

I just completed a series of successful segments of trips: A two weeks trip with my family, a week visit at Maiena’s, and a ten days trip to Tuscany to meet Jodi and her family.

I just finished a good few chapters.  Now, I’ve just opened up a new chapter, and I’m ready to venture to a region that I’ve hardly seen after all those trips to France!

That sure did erase my thoughts, and I was beginning to feel the excitements to head off for many more wonderful adventures!