Florida will always have a piece of my heart

Okay so here I am in Florida after a year and a half of living on the tiny island of Okinawa. I was so glad to finally get here after 5 long days of travel. Sure I got to go to places I've never been (Guam, Hawaii) but dang it took forever. I was glad to get back to Walmart, Cato, and the restaurants. The money I have already spent is crazy. I bought almost a whole new wardrobe, but if you could see the options I have over there you would know why I have to buy so much here. I have at least one more trip to Old Navy before I leave. Love that Old Navy!! So I have already been here for a week and a half. It has flown by. I feel like I am running out of time and am not going to see everyone that I intended to. Sure I could be visiting with someone now but here I am blogging in a quite house alone (my mom is at work). My cousin, Jessica, and I were discussing last night how we have become more of loners now that we are older. I still like to be around people but I don't do the whole social scene like I used to. I guess I could blame that on my husband, but that would be wrong. I choose to not be very social, I have no one to blame but myself. My reasons for that would be a whole different blog in itself. So anyway back to FLORIDA, coming here is both happy and sad for me. Too many memories. Being in Freeport I find myself remembering my grandparents and it kills me. Thinking of them still makes me tear up and in this town they are everywhere to me. I find myself remembering when my family actually hung out as a family and didn't have fights that weren't over in a few hours. I'm not saying we didn't have our problems, but things were just easier then. I guess that could be because I was younger and oblivious to it. Who knows? I remember the friendships I had that are over now. So as happy as I am to be here, I can't help but feel depressed. It's bittersweet I guess. Being in Crestview was a bit happier for me, but only because I still talk to those friends and met my husband there. However, there were sad moments there too. I hate that coming back to Florida has to be somewhat negative for me. I have had so many good times here that I will always remember, I guess that's what makes me sad. I don't know if I will ever live here again, due to Nick's job, but I do know I will always have to come back every once in a while. My son is buried here and that alone will always have me running back.