This is my thoughts from Wednesday Jan. 2nd

It's been less then 6 hours and already I miss home so much that I can hardly breathe. It's not the screaming, tantrum-throwing, I-think-I-made-a-mistake-kind-of missing, but the missing that makes my hurting heart question everything. Luckily, my head knows that I am where I am supposed to be. Make no mistake-- there is no going back now. But I miss family, friends, Zeke, babies and running into people I know at places that I don't want to be seen. My memories over the past month are going to carry me for a long time and I will work just that much harder so that this is not all in vain. Look for me soon. I'll be the girl with a bandage over her heart.