Homecoming.

At last, I am back home.

Took a while, including a delayed flight, but I finally got back home for grandpa. It's still very much surreal to me - grandpa is really gone? He had just gone on a vacation back in June! I feel like grandpa is just gone on an extended grocery run and could show up any minute now, and we'd all laugh about what a big misunderstanding it turned out to be.

As much as I would love for that to be true, I know better.

So, I asked for his forgiveness for my broken promises. I gave him a quick update of my life. And with tears flooding my eyes, I punched the wall as I walked down the stairs in my grandparents' house.

That last part, I've learned not to repeat because a) grandpa would probably smack me on the head if I put unsightly holes on his wall and b) my hand kinda hurts afterwards.