We finally made it.

So, we made it home. It took 4 days, 2,200 miles and a ton of stops for coffee but we did it. I'm typing this out in my old bedroom, boxes and clothes lying around everywhere.
I still can't believe I'm here, it hasn't set in yet and neither has it for Kryss. We keep telling each other, "I still don't feel like we left El Paso. This is crazy."
I've been waking up every morning and my first thoughts are "Woah, I'm still actually here."
I've been going through my drawers and looking through old boxes and yearbooks, thinking about how crazy time flies by. Forgetting about the birthday cards and projects I've created years prior. I'm running my fingers through my books on the shelves forgetting the great reads I've got that I left here. I can't wait to open them up again.
I'm nervous to be back. I feel like I made the right decision, though. In the end it'll be a learning experience. I think it's good I decided to come back, especially now that I'm in a much better state of mind and I'm not the same person I was that left. I'm coming back home stronger and ready to face the challenges ahead. I'll come back here and make positive memories and let go of the ones that have been here prior to my leaving for Texas over a year ago.
I've got this amazing boy to build this new life with. Someone who I am thankful for every day and someone that continuously makes me glad I am alive.
I can't wait to share the stories on the road with you and show you the amazing sites I was able to experience.