From my Nightmare Before Christmas emotions chart in my office at work.
Something about spring has caused a longing in my heart. A longing to return to a place where little sun browned faces run up to embrace you with sweaty arms. A place where laps were made for sitting, legs were made for running, fences were made for climbing, and cheeks were made for kissing.
I long to be in Romania.
I'm leaving for my second home on June 7 for a two week visit. It can't come soon enough.