During our stay in Virginia I flew to Kansas to go on a spring trip with Q + his family + friends. We drove to Colorado to go skiing, staying by a little mountain town. Colorado is absolutely beautiful. Fell pretty hard for those views. It was my first time skiing (so you can imagine how that went -- I stuck mostly to the bunny slope ;)). Check out the new installment of Travel Diary at the bottom to get a glimpse into the trip.
I found this post in my drafts. I remember somewhat of what was going through my head when I started this post. Virginia had started to feel like home. And we were about to leave. I loved it, and I hated it. Hard to leave, hard to stay. Either way. I didn't know if Kansas would feel like home again. I was scared it wouldn't anymore.
Now we've been home for about two months. And it does feel like home. That time we lived by the lake, half way across the country, for nearly half a year seems surreal, distant, like one long dream.
I've graduated high school, enrolled in college, Q and I are about to celebrate our one year dating anniversary. I've put my journals all back where they belong, I've potted succulents, I've gone back to drinking coffee in my big bed in the mornings.
These days feel like home.
the washington monument
shake shack in union station
the jefferson memorial
the holocaust museum