If you hadn't noticed, I took a little break from blogging last month. And for good reason I think. We (meaning Miles and myself) took a 3 1/2 week vacation back to Utah. When I'm away on vacation, I just don't like to spend my time plucking away at the keys on my computer. Or worrying about editing and organizing photos.
No. When I'm on vacation, the only thing I worry about is entertaining me and the little guy.
And this last month, we have kept ourselves VERY entertained. We:
Attended my beautiful Sister-in-Law's wedding
Visited friends at my 10 year High School Reunion
Took in the Little Big Town and Josh Turner concert at the Uinta County Fair
Spent time in the surf and sand at the Atkinson Family Reunion in Bear Lake
And participated in a little event I nicknamed "Spring Break at the Zoo: 2nd Generation"
Nearly every spring break we had growing up, my mom loaded the van up with the Atkinson kids, drove nearly a WHOLE BLOCK to pick up my cousin Darcey, and off we went to spend the day at the Hogle Zoo. Now Darcey and I are all grown up with kids of our own. I live in Michigan and she lives in Oregon, but we happened to be visiting Utah at the exact same time. So Grandma and Grandpa Atkinson arranged for the whole clan to enjoy a day at the zoo.
We had a wonderful time and were grateful to our families for letting us stay. But I noticed a strange thing while I was away. I missed my little Wyandotte bungalow. And I missed husband immensely. (That goes without saying.) And after a couple of weeks, I found I was excited to make my flight back home.
Yes, Home. To Michigan.
How is it that I can feel more at home in a town I have only spent the last 6 weeks, than a place I lived the first 18 years of my life? Yes, most of my worldy posessions were waiting for me in Michigan. My sheets so soft they send me instantly to dream land and my old down pillow that now conforms perfectly to my head, were a full 3 days drive away. But I had left more than that behind.
The old saying: "Home is where your heart is," may be considered cliche, but it is true.
I had left my heart in Michigan, a long with my husband and everything else.
And now I am home, heart and family reunited. And I can't think of a better place to be.