Every other night or so I completely lose myself to dreams of Romania and the people I love and miss. Sometimes in my dream I am showing my family around the country for the first time, sometimes just my sisters, sometimes it's just Ryan and I, and sometimes it's just me, back there, like the old days. They're the kind of dreams that are hard to wake up from and stay with you for most of the day. The kind that you wish you could just roll over and fall back into. The really happy good kind…
