My time in Germany has been bittersweet. I just adore the countryside and fall in love all over again with each drive. But there is a part of me that feels conflicted. Half of my heart is here and the other half has moved on. I imagine this is how I would feel at every base if I had the chance to go back and visit once we had left. I can’t help but feel like I should drive home, only it isn’t here. Except half of my heart REALLY is here, my Tyler.
