I’m back from Salt Lake City, & very, very happy to be home. I missed Sofie, I missed our apartment, & I missed sleeping in my own bed. I enjoyed not having to worry about how big of a fashion statement I was making daily, & I enjoyed the vacation from Twitter, this blog, & other social media endeavors.
I did not, however, miss the warmer temperatures here in LA. Being in Utah gave me a glimpse of what Fall is truly supposed to be like, with snow on the ground, your breath tangible on air, & crisp evenings spent bundled up in caps & sweaters. Now, it’s back to tank tops, back to strappy sandals, back to shaving my legs.
The plane ride wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The dramamine I took made the trip quite hazy & mellow. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep on the plane. I was far too excited — & in awe, really, of the view from 7,000 feet — that I couldn’t shut my eyes. I’m actually glad I didn’t, because I wouldn’t have been able to take such gorgeous photographs if so. (I made sure to steal the window seat each time.)
It was wonderful to spend time with Jonathan’s beautiful family. I feel like I really got to know them much better, & I miss them so much already; I wish they lived closer. I especially enjoyed being around my little niece, Aspen Belle, who softened this very calloused part of me that swears against the idea of having children. I’m not going to say that she changed my mind… but I will say that I can’t wait to see her again & kiss those chubby cheeks. (& this is a surprising proclamation, considering I practically tattooed “I don’t like kids” on my body somewhere.)
& I can’t believe it’s November already. We’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving soon, & shopping for Christmas trees.
I’m not ready.