Again, and again. And again.

The second the airport doors closed behind me my heart sank a little. I could see my brother getting into his car, checking on his son, still asleep in the back seat.

We'd had a fairly solid 'goodbye' but the realities of distance and time swiftly kicked in. I'm leaving and it sucks.

It was a hell of a time, though - a beautiful place to vacation to regardless and now there's plenty of fresh memories to digest...

It's just that even with plenty of time to prepare, it really is damned difficult to head home when a good chunk of what you define that as is being left behind.

I'm not too sure why I needed to share this.