Musing On Virginia

Okay, so this going to be one of those musing posts.  So you can't say I didn't warn you hehehe.

I am not entirely sure coming back to Virginia was such a great idea afterall.  Don't get me wrong, I have had a lot of fun here and I love seeing people- how kids are all grown up, friendly familiar faces.  I have had the pleasure of staying under the most hospitable roof in Virginia, as the Padilla family welcomed me as part of their family.

I saw friends and neighbors; hung out, caught up on the last year or so.  I engrossed myself with the streets I used to see every day of my life.  Drove by my high school and the house I grew up in. 

I can honestly say that I have learned the most here.  Virginia-- furthermore Manassas, was my home.

All in all, though, it is my past.  Some parts of which I put behind me, or at least tried to.  I love these people so much, and now what is the result? 
False hope or the reality of leaving them all yet again; to perhaps never see them again?