I have been out of town for one whole month. One month. It has been amazing, but it is so nice to be home.
We spent Christmas and New Year’s in Denver with my husband’s family. They love to stay at home, play with the kids, read, joke around, and chat. It’s very low key and enjoyable. I end up taking long naps and learning how to sleep in again when we go to Denver. I love it.
In January we hopped over to Salt Lake to visit my family. The pace is much different there! They drive up and down the Wasatch Front visiting friends and family, host big dinner parties, go to museums, stay up late, and always squeeze in an adventure in the mountains. I end up reconnecting with true friends and getting very little sleep when we go to Salt Lake. I love it.
Now I am home, back to my life of biking, homeschooling, and blogging. Back to Portland where I don’t have to use an entire bottle of lotion to keep my hands from cracking and where I don’t have to drive in snow, but I do get frowned at when I feed my kids Cheetos in public. We don’t live near any family here and often I feel sad about that, but I love my life in Portland. I love it so much. It is home.