Returning home from home....

I spent a long weekend in Salt Lake City. This was the first time I have visited since the day I left to move to Phoenix. I will never forget having my car fully packed, stopping to get gas on 8th South off of State street. The sun peeking up over the Wasatch mountains, and me... heading off to start a new life. I sobbed as I drove away. Tears of sadness and joy overwhelmed me then just as they continue to do today.

I couldn't have asked for a better host than Emily, who knew the visit would be bittersweet. She took every effort to make sure that I was comfortable in every way. It's times like this that I remember why I love her so much. Grandma looked so much better than I expected, which was a relief as this was the main reason I took the trip. She is still the strong, beautiful, amazing woman she was 10, 15, or 20 years ago. I was so happy to get to spend time with Jerry, he is always so damn cheery! It's amazing how well someone can know you without you even realizing it. I'm just relieved to see him so happy. My nephews are both darling and I miss them both so much some times that it hurts! But it was nice to hang out and have a few laughs with the goofballs. And it was so much fun to make new friends too. All in all, it was a great trip.

So once again, I packed my things, headed off (on a plane this time) while the sun was peeking up over the mountains, with tears in my eyes. I left home for home...