Homeward Bound

Today, the girls and I are flying home to North Carolina after 12 days away.

We’ve visited California, and then Merrick and I went up to Salt Lake City for Alt Summit. We also made a bunch of trips to the park near my parents’ house, and I got two fillings because no one knows how to vacation like I do. (The upside of having a dentist for a father is that you get free dental work. The downside is that you have to do it while you’re on vacation).

I love to travel, and it’s always so fun to come to Las Vegas and see my family, but I always really love coming home.

I like the routine of every day life. I like working on little projects, making dinner, visiting the library, and grocery shopping.

I like going to pick up the mail every afternoon, and taking walks around the neighborhood, and putting my girls to bed in their own rooms (Ani has been sleeping in the bathroom at my parents’ house because I am not brave enough to let my girls share a room)

I like sleeping in my own bed, and being the boss (this comes as an enormous shock to all of my younger siblings who have never ever ever seen this side of my personality).

I like all my stuff. And I hate living out of a suitcase.

Also, like I mentioned before, Bart was gone for a week in early January in San Francisco, so I really have hardly seen him this entire month.

It will be good to be home, even if my mom isn’t around to iron all my clothing and entertain my children while I read books on the couch.

(By the way, it’s my brother, Crawford’s 18th birthday today. He came up to Salt Lake on Saturday and met us for lunch with my grandparents and my cousin and her fiancé. I cannot believe how OLD he is now (seriously – he towers over me now!) and there is no one I find quite as funny as Crawford. He makes me laugh like almost no one else can. He’s coming out to visit us in the next month or two and I cannot wait).

Shirt: Gap (hand-me-down from Merrick) // Sweater: Old Navy
Jeans: Aeropostale // Vest: Gift from my parents long ago
Boots: Aeropostale // Bag: c/o Lily Jade



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  1. I know what you mean about loving coming home. The best part of being away is often the fresh eyes you get when you look at your life when you get home. Love it.

  2. I love coming home too. Vacation is always wonderful but there's the comfort and ease of home (and routines), especially with kids! I was really scared for my girls to share a room, but now that they do it makes traveling as a family so much easier!

  3. I also love coming home. There's nothing so relaxing as falling back into your regular routine after a nice break from it!

  4. I know just how you feel. I actually don't really like leaving the state that much. I do usually have to talk myself into the reality that trips are good for me and I am going to love the photos afterwards. That usually works. But yeah, nothing like your own bed, routine, kitchen, and daily tasks!

    I can't wait to hear about your experience at ALT. A woman I know from Red Stamp (a stationary company here in MN) was there and her photos looked so fun!

  5. When we travel back east we stay for a long time since we don't get to go very often and it's so expensive that we want to make the trip worth it. But by the end I'm always DYING for my own home and my own routine. Happy adjusting back to
    "real life"! 🙂 (ps- I deleted the previous comment because I accidentally commented as Bryan- classic mistake.)

  6. Sounds like you've had a busy time – but fun! I always love coming home too. There's just something relaxing and secure feeling about being back in a place that I know.

  7. Yay for being home! I did a two week vacation over Thanksgiving. I was flying solo with a toddler and newborn and my husband could only be with me for a few days in the middle of the trip, so by the end of two weeks, I was so exhausted and ready to be home. I tried articulating to my husband how much I needed to be home for a while by saying, "If someone offered me a trip to London right now, I would turn it down." Knowing how much I worship London, he was aghast and helped me get right to bed. of course, after one decent night's sleep, I was fine and now desperately wanting someone to offer me a trip to London. In the meantime, it's nice being home. 🙂

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