Always...

A bit bittersweet to leave WY and have to come back to SG. I love SG, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about being home, among friends and family that have known me my whole life that fills me up and I always dread leaving, even if I know I'll be back.
Thanks mom and dad, for always letting us come home, even if we bust your house at the seams and drive you nuts while we're there! It's still home!