I ended up with a heap of coupons for free photo books from Shutterfly a few months ago and have slowly but surely working on putting them together. Our time in Dusseldorf, trips to Paris and Beirut, even our day trip to Israel. I'm compiling all sorts of things into books so I can look at them later. As the deadline for the coupons approaches, I am finally getting to the Cyprus photos. For some reason I started with our last Christmas there and nearly stopped after that. I saw our tree, our trip to the mountains, time with friends and coworkers, and just about lost it. That's my home, I thought. No, that was your home.
That second apartment we lived in really was turning into something of a House of Dreams for me. It felt so full of promise, adventure, and us. In the few short months we lived there, it became my home. I see that in the mounds of photos I took and get a bittersweet pang browsing through them. I know good things await us and I love being in the States again, but every so often, I really get homesick for Cyprus.
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