Hi guys!
I am officially back from Antarctica.
I do not want to be.
I didnt want to leave.
Normally I am very much an ‘Oklahoma’ girl– mountains are pretty, but they make me claustrophobic. Oceans do too. I like plains. Horizon going to forever in every direction.
But I never got sick of the mountains in Antarctica. And I miss the ocean. I miss being on the water.
I cried on the way home.
Not hard, but every time a plane took off and I was a little further away, I would tear up.
But it was like visiting Narnia. You cant stay. You can probably never go back. And it wouldnt be the same if you could.
