Well, after three flights, a five hour delay, one hotel room and 32 hours later, I finally made it back to the bluegrass. I was greeted at the airport by my parents, Rose, Aunt Ruthie, Big John and of course, Howie. It felt so good to be home but I am already missing my home in Italy. I'm sure it will take me a while to get used to being away from my Italian girls since they've all I've seen for the past four months. It definitely felt weird using the US dollar, using cellular data and being around nothing but English. However, it's nice having all of my favorite foods, being able to drive myself around and having all of my clothes in one closet. Thank you, everyone, for making me feel welcome back in the States. Brooke, I am more than excited to be back to stand next to you as you marry your soul mate this Saturday! Let the reverse culture shock and jet lag begin!
This is really a wonderful post.
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