On homesickness.

It's funny how the weather can either exaggerate or stomp out my bouts with homesickness. A few weeks ago, Shawn and I had a simultaneous breakdown, convinced that moving here was the worst idea we've ever had. It had been raining non-stop and we were feeling cold, wet, and alone.

Then, days like the ones we experienced this past weekend happen. Saturday was gorgeous, nearly sixty degrees, and everybody was outside enjoying it, happily walking their dogs and enjoying the city. We walked all the way around Green Lake, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we drove around nearby neighborhoods afterwards trying to figure out where to buy our next home. An extreme high.

Today was a little mix of both... the snow-capped mountains were out in full view. But, a couple of chats with friends back home, and a sweet package from my mom, can knock me right back into missing everyone.