Back to My Roots

There is no place like home is the most true phrase I’ve ever heard.

After traveling through eleven countries in just 14 days, I can honestly say that home? Well, it’s the greatest one of all.

I exited the airplane in Little Rock to humid air and 89-degree weather, walked out of the terminal, and was greeted with 20+ of the most precious people in my life welcoming me home.

There were posters and flowers, hugs and tears. (Tears from my dad, further proof that I am indeed is favorite child.)

I was surprised with an incredible “Welcome Home!” gift:

and taken out for my favorite food, mexican.

I took off the clothes I had been wearing for a week (backpacking is grungy), took a hot hot shower, and snuggled into my BIG bed with clean and soft sheets.

This afternoon, my dad was mowing our yard and I walked outside barefoot and just SMELLED the air.

It smelled like Arkansas. It smelled like summer.

It smelled like home.