The day dawned early. Well, in reality, it had not even dawned yet. But we were up and out of the house before the moon even had a thought of retiring for the night. And it was just as well because if I was awake and thinking I may never have gotten on the plane. And not because I wasn't ready to come home, because I was, but more because I would be leaving such great people behind...
Just a smattering of the fabulousness I found in Munich!
But I did not have time to dwell on any of that. I had flights to catch, a daughter in a walking boot (more on that update later) who needed a wheelchair to get around, a cat that was very confused by what we were doing and two super sad kids that I needed to keep occupied for the next 16-18 hours. No time for my own emotions (those would come later).
Appropriate last picture at what would now be a former home airport.
We spent hours travelling away from the new day; a new beginning. It almost seemed like we were trying to stave off the inescapable reality that daybreak would mean that we were no longer expats, but were now repats. And we just don't know what that life looks like anymore. But you can only go so far, so fast and daybreak finally caught up with us somewhere over Portugal. It was inevitable. As was our return to "home". I silently said a quick thank you - to whom I am not quite sure - for the adventures, friends, for the lifetime of memories. And then I settled in for the long flight back to the U.S. and all that awaited us on the other end.
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