Well, we’re back in Ozark territory My husband hasn’t stopped talking about “going home” since we decided to make the trip a few weeks ago. A few years ago, we decided to move back to the area of his hometown, Sullivan, Missouri. After a year, he was itching to leave again.
Distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.
I don’t really know how that feels, missing home. I was an army brat, so T.J. Watt Jersey they only thing that really felt like home was wherever my family happened to T.J. Watt Authentic Jersey be. The closest thing I’ve ever come to experiencing that sort of longing was when I left St. Lucia, my mother’s country, for the first time. I had only been there for a few weeks but it felt eerily familiar; it was a place of comfort for me almost instantly.
As far as Missouri goes, I will say, the landscape is incredible. Beautiful bluffs, crystal clear rivers, magnificent towering trees. It’s wonderful in that way. Unfortunately, I’m not built for cold weather and Missouri has that in spades.
This was our first road trip with the little guy and, to my surprise, it wasn’t nearly as nerve-wrecking as I thought it would be. The dogs kept to themselves, BoogerButt was either sleeping or keeping himself occupied with his toys and we didn’t hit much traffic in Dallas.
By the way, I don’t know how anyone lives in Dallas. There’s always major construction underway. The traffic is perpetually terrible. The drivers are borderline insane.
But it’s nice to be back. Little guy had the chance to meet Grandpa Long for the first time and, before it’s all said and done, will get passed around the family Christmas party T.J. Watt Womens Jersey while Mommy enjoys her first glass of wine in nearly a year.
In all honesty, that’s pretty much the only reason I got in the car in the first place.