we are back. we survived the trip flying home, despite delays and such. i chanted in my head "i can do hard things" about 70,000 times i think.and i think joe is happiest i am home. he tried to tell me that he got everything taken care of.... well i hate to say this, but leaving a tray of cupcakes on the counter for me to take care of after two + weeks doesn't really cut it. my garden survived, until claire attacked it today, which is all i was really concerned about. love ya babe.
it was a grand time being home at my parent's house one last time. six years is about the limit it seems. i was sad for a little bit- i only lived there for a 1 1/2 years- it was fun and different from the west coast. our wedding reception was held at our house, and i did do a little bit of growing up there, but i have few friends there, and my mentality when i was there kept me from getting attached. (moving in the middle of junior year of high school with only thoughts of college on the brain, that just didn't leave room for much else) i'm excited for my parents to be in, yet another new place, in houston. just more to explore, right? as terrible as it sounds, i am slightly jealous. for almost the first 1 1/2 of married life joe and i moved about every 4 months, so being in the same house for 3 years straight makes me antsy. i'm trying to accept it. watch, as soon as i do, we'll be moving. its how it always happens- moving, callings at church, jobs, sleep schedules, you name it. get comfortable and it changes. forever has the motto been "the plan is, the plan will change" in my family. that is one thing that you can get comfortable with. i always have fears of hoarding, so going through stuff and say keep, sell, get rid of it was rather refreshing. and adding books that i grew up loving to the shelves here for my kids made me pretty happy. leaving slc with half empty suitcases and returning with them stuffed to the max on the return home = i am very spoiled/blessed/lucky, and skycap at the airport every. single. time. they didn't even bother to weigh them this time... thank goodness. they probably took one look at the my circus and rolled their eyes. although i am kicking myself a little bit thinking we could have gotten a few more things in.
things to miss about edwardsville, il: green. everything was so green! and seasons. the people there are as nice as can be. the slower pace. bike trails. frozen custard at bobby's. powerful thunderstorms. weather people that can't predict the weather unless it comes from the national weather service. the family atmosphere. the good community.
we'll ignore the things we won't miss.... except for the whole dead mice bit. hopefully that problem will be left behind.
i am not sure if i have a cold or just the worst allergies ever, but either way i'm pooped. and my husband is actually home tonight, and i have surely missed him. more later.
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