I turned 30 yesterday. I have a lot of thoughts about that, and I think today I'm going to sit down and write them all out. Maybe to share? Not sure. But today I am going to talk about Christmas.
Last year, we spent Christmas break up in Seattle alone. Alone, but not lonely. We took a ferry to Bainbridge island for breakfast, and made ourselves a Northwestern seafood feast. I even smoked salmon for the first time. It was epic. I can't believe how much our life has changed since last year. Back in Arizona, a new baby, a little company we're running together. It's strange how much difference a year can make. I miss Seattle terribly. Even more, I miss the darling friends I made there. I was thinking about them most of the day yesterday and feeling homesick. There really is something so nostalgic about this time of year.
This Christmas we decided to get out of dodge and make the long trip north to the snowy wonderland of Northern Utah. A Californian born and raised, I don't think I'll ever get over the novelty of snow, and when I saw the littles romping about in the fresh powder and relishing in Grandma and Grandpa's overabundance of love and (admittedly) cookies, I was so glad we decided to head north for the holiday. Life is so much better with my people around me. Oh how I miss my family when we leave though. So badly it almost hurts.
I miss their faces and sounds, the way we sit around and talk about everything and nothing. The way my sisters almost always get why something is funny to me, and have the same belly laugh that I do (not dainty at all). I miss driving around the snowy streets of Logan, stopping at all my favorites (which mostly involve food), going to the movies way more than I do at home, and staying up much too late talking. This year for some reason, driving away from all of it was harder than usual. The further we got, the deeper my heart fell. And suddenly those 900 miles felt much too long. I've spent the last few days realizing that after 11 years, 5 states and many more moves, I'm finally at the point in adulthood when I'm ready to go back home. Even if home isn't actually where I grew up. It's not really about location anyway. Friends or family, home is where ever your people are.