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2 weekends ago I flew back to Dallas for the first time since I moved here. The moment I got off the plane, there was a strange feeling. It didn't feel like I was "coming home." Rather, it was like I had been away a long time, and I was finally visiting friends. At the same time, I was also strangely excited.

That feeling soon subsided as the wedding planning for Flo & Marcus quickily became an reality. It was nice to see everyone, but I wish I had some time to visit with them. By the end of the trip, I was sad to leave. One thing did become pretty apparent to me by the end of my trip. I needed to be where Bryan is. As fun as Chicago is (seems to me at the moment), it really isn't as fun if Bryan isn't here too. And as "ordinary" as Dallas can be (or seem to me), it's still great to have a person (and a doggie) to come home to.