I feel funny.

I don't have much to say about the past couple of days except that Rome is hot and lovely. We've done a lot of sightseeing and walking . . . and more walking. And dehydrating. But it's great! I'm having gelato way more often than I should, I'm loving the exercise, and spending time with Jaz has been so good for me. She is simply awesome and she's making some really great decisions that I look up to her for. 

But the bottom line is this: These adventures on this trip have been great, but I feel weird lately. I can't put a name on the feeling; it isn't dread, but it's not excitement or anticipation either. I just feel like change is coming, and since I don't know what kind of change it is going to be, my heart is confused as to whether it should feel happy or nervous. 

Even so, throughout that change, I know that my family is always there for me, and man oh man I am so ready to see them! I'm ready to play guitar and sing with KeeLo, Kelk, and Parles. I'm ready to share a bed with seestor again and stay up all night doing crossword puzzles, helping her pack for BYU, and listening to Michael Bublé. I'm not actually ready to see how much taller Parley has gotten since the last time I saw him, but I am still looking forward to that goofy smile of his. And I can't wait to tease him about girls. I'm ready for Saturn to jump all over me. I won't even get mad if she pees on me. I'm not ready for the allergies to the cats (I just found out that Kelsey's cat, Cinnamon, had 3 kittens a few weeks ago).  I'm ready to eat some of Mama's homemade sourdough bread for the first time in a year and a half. I'm ready to speak horse latin with Mama for hours on end until we're laughing so hard that we cry. I'm ready to see Daddy smile again and hear him sing silly songs. In short, I am more than ready to hug the crazy out of them and remember how glad I am that they're mine for eternity.