I always feel a tug at my heart when I leave home. And it doesn’t matter if it’s for a few days or weeks. Though seven weeks feels like a long time. Haven’t had a trip like this since college.
Which was a few years back. 😛
The hard part is leaving my dog. I love Emerson more than cheese and bacon. And I won’t be able to snuggle with him for 7 weeks.
Then separation anxiety starts. Not just his, but mine.
I get all teary-eyed and walk down the hallway, thinking I won’t walk this hallway until September.
I’ll miss my chats with Mom. Making porkchops for Dad. Wednesday outing with Grandma. Girl time with Linds. Cookouts at the Aunt’s.
I hate goodbyes. So I’ll see you soon and think of you often.