Oh home... what a place.
Its funny how school becomes home and its like out of sight out of my mind. I miss my friends but rarely do I feel home sick and I never wish I would have stayed. But... every single time I come home I fall back in love, and am reminded of how lucky I am, and why I am where I am today.
So many wonderful people in this world that have raised me. Shaped me, held me up, helped me to spread my wings, wiped my tears, cheered me on, listened, laughed at, adventured with... and been a bigger part of my life than anybody else might ever be able to be.
I was so lucky to get to see so many people of my soul. Time in Boulder w/ Ese, Katie and Liv. Home crew time w/ Chels, Tiff, Will, Rich, Zachy and Kaleb and time with my mama, daddio, Susan, Jim, Vic, Ferne and Rolo tomorrow and Kels to send me off. So much love in my life it actually blows my mind. And I'm reminded of my roots, the ones that helped me grow and that will forever ground me in this life that we were so lucky to have. I love the feeling of just knowing people, knowing more about each other than you ever actually need to and just getting things. Having memories that you can talk about for hours, jokes, intertwined families and comfort like nobody knows. This little town has done us well and I am reminded of that when I come home to so much love and the friendships that pick up right where they left of, like nothing has ever changed. We are just best friends, family, that will forever and always be there letting our lives groove back together when they have the chance.
Its so neat how we have all gone our ways, are figuring ourselves out and sometimes our lives feel seperate, but because we grew up so tight, we are all grounded in each others lives and have all become who we are because of each of our experiences. We are level headed and going places and big hearted because we didnt just have one set of parents or siblings to learn from we had a whole network of this family who raised us, showed us different parenting styles, struggled, overcame amazing challenges, and never sheltered us or exposed us to too much or too little. I love you best friends, I love you family, I love that you will always be part of my soul and every time we have the chance to be together, my heart will be full and reminded and my life will always be that much more complete :)
I was talking about the progression of how home feels, when you first come home its really emotional and every little change throws you off. Then with time, it becomes easier to let the little things change, and hold onto the feelings not the constant time together or the way a certain room looks or the perfection of anything. Just the love and family and those big beautiful mountains and star filled skies that at least for a while arent going anywhere. Sometimes it feels like two different lives, but boy are they connected and that just fuels my soul.
On another equally wonderful note, we had our first Young RYLA 2011 Staff get together on Sunday and it was fantastic. SUCH a wonderful group who will help us to make this another out of this world Young RYLA. When you are in a position when you have to make those decisions it gets a little scary, but each and every JC we chose prooved to be even more amazing than we could have hoped and I just cannot wait for the group to learn and grow together, to have this amazing experience, and for Jess and I to have this team of rockstars who we will learn so much from. What an amazing thing to be a part of I tell ya.
Time to study some econ before bed. Getting up in the morning for breakfast with Ferne, coffee with Rolo and then sometime with Kels before the airplane sweeps me away to CA, Econ final, a day of work and than NAVAJO NATION. Boy is my life wonderful. Thank you universe, I couldnt be more thankful.
Happy Wednesday. xoxoxoxo
P.S... as always, a little ping in my heart reminds me that Im leaving again, and that this place is so dang special that everytime I come and go my heart feels it more than my head understands. Back again soon :)
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