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Since leaving for New York life hasn't been all peaches and cream, but I haven't wanted to take anything back, still don't. Yet I did not expect to miss my home as much as I did once I flew over it about two weeks ago. I could hardly handle sitting in my seat on the airplane looking down over the mountains that until that moment I hadn't realized just how much I was missing.
Does this mean I need to go back right away? No, that's not it.
Does this mean I was oh so over hot humid and sweaty days trying to make money on the hard streets of New York? Well, kind of.
Does this mean I must must live in the mountains in my near or perhaps some what far future? Maybe.
Does it mean that the contrasts in my loves and life are realized the more they are compared? Yes yes yes.

I went to Utah for about 1 and 1/2 weeks from Aug. 22 - Sept. 2. During which this lucky girl had some good times. I also exhausted most functioning muscles - including laughing, hiking, biking, talking, and crying ones. Yes crying, why do I cry when I leave? I just do. Emotional little twit.

Here's me stalling from packing and annoying others (including myself now that I watch it) with the camera...



Events and pics are yet to come. I know you can hardly hold back your excitement.

*if you're wondering why this post was made at 6:30 in the morning, it's because yes indeed I have slept off and on for the past 24 hours and have done nothing in between except for blogging. Scary. Just realized it doesn't say what time you post anymore. Ah well.