I live here

Sometimes, I wake up and think we must be back in Utah, going to the U like we had originally planned, thinking about a weekend trip home to visit the fam. Then it hits me, "I live here."

Sometimes, I expect to be overwhelmed with homesickness or a feeling of incompetence...after all, we are not big city folk. But that feeling, so far, has not come. Instead, I look out my window at the vast amount of water and green things growing. I drive 15 minutes in any direction to get to thousands of stores, parks, and running trails.


Sometimes, when I am playing with Walt at 3pm on a Tuesday, I feel like I am on vacation. Any day now, I will have to drop him off at daycare and return to my office for the Monday morning grind. Then it hits me, "I live here."

I wait for the longing for work, adult interaction, "something to do." But that feeling has not come. Instead, I fill up my days with playgroups, writing, conference calls, editing photos, talking to my mom and sister more than I was ever able to before, running errands, keeping a passably clean house (finally!), and dreaming up interesting activities for a 1-year-old.

Sometimes, while we're waiting for Landon to come home from school and we absolutely must get out of the house, I think that I will go crazy because we live in a city now and there is no grass, no fenced-in yard, nowhere for Walt to be a kid.

Then I throw him in the car and minutes later we are running around chasing birdies, making friends, meeting doggies, and jumping on a wonderful playground. And I look up, and then I can't help but smile as it hits me.

"I live here."