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I think I leave a little piece of my heart behind wherever I go.  I get super sentimental and almost homesick whenever I leave a certain place.  Maybe it's because I over think everything or because I take nothing lightly.  I can recall exactly where breakups took place or smiles happened, and sometimes I go back to those places, just because I can.  And it doesn't hurt... it just makes me long for some stability or unchange, if you will.

I'd never been into the Adirondack Mountains before this weekend.  My middle sister was playing soccer there so my family picked Roger, Olive, and me up in Albany and we were on our way.  The further North we drove, the bigger the mountains got.  I can't begin to fathom what the Rocky Mountains look like, because these were insane to me.

Taylor was less than 15 minutes into her first game of the weekend when she fell on her arm funny, so we ended up having to take her to the hospital.


That night, we traveled through the Olympic Village and visited White Face Mountain.  These pictures honestly don't do the mountains justice-- they were so much bigger than they look here.  It was so peaceful and beautiful.



We found a beach to walk on for a few minutes and watched Taylor's second game before driving back to Albany and saying goodbye to my mom and siblings.




I woke up this morning feeling homesick, feeling like I needed to go back and spend more time there.  It's how I always feel after a trip.  I long for and thrive on a routine, so I think I'll always look for places that feel familiar to me.  It's just another place that I feel like I left a piece of my heart in, even though I was only there for less than 48 hours.

It's weird.  And unsettling.  And maybe someday I'll be sick of the familiar, but right now, I can't get enough of it.



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