It's once again that time I am in transit. I'm making the long trek back to Sofia. 

The trip takes me more or less 24 hours. I fly from Walla Walla to Seattle. Seattle to Paris and Paris to Sofia. There's a lot of waiting, too much sitting and a decent amount of boredom. 

I've loaded up my kindle. I've bought a couple of magazines and I've had a coffee (well really two). 
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My MoM saw me off at the airport and my dAd hugged me in the kitchen before going back to bed. I said my other good-byes over the weekendd.

Now I find myself torn. I'm already missing Walla Walla and my family but looking forward to my upcoming adventures in Sofia and catching up with friends. 

The in between is hard sometimes.
 
But that's okay. 