Home

I'm home.


But I was also home this weekend. And two weekends before that.


I'm still trying to decide what "home" means for me. I've come to realize that my current situation is people (Minnesota) vs. place (Los Angeles). If you follow this blog on a regular basis, you'll know that I have spent a lot of time in the past month being homesick. It was really weird to go home and reunite with the people for such a short amount of time and then abruptly leave again, only to repeat the exact same thing two weeks later. 


These trips made me think. A lot. What is most important to me in life? Is there a way to reconcile everything that I love? Which sacrifices am I most willing to make? Should I stay in the place I grew up, just to be close to everyone that I love, or should I continue to strike out on my own and forge a new path in a new place? Adventure vs. comfort. 


Food for thought. Mucho thought.

It is nice being back in LA, though, especially with no big trips planned for at least the next couple of months. I settled back into my routine; working, driving along Mulholland, going on hikes, gazing at the mountains. It's breathtaking here. But the people in my life are breathtaking too. 



More to come on this topic. Still trying to figure out the words to express my thoughts. Writing is HARD, you guys. In the meantime, I'm feeling a little less homesick and a little more grateful for everything, and everyone, in my life. I'm one lucky chica. 

Happy Hump Day!