The boy and I are back in Washington after two weeks in Texas visiting family and friends. It was a good visit but when that cold air hit us walking off the plane I felt like I was alive again. I remember I used to be so miserable when it was in the 50s back in Texas. Silly me.

It felt so good to walk in the house. Lay in our furniture-less living room. Light incense in every room. I was so exhausted, but the fact we were all back together was enough to keep me up. Ok maybe I was a little snappy off and on but fortunately my guys can look past my random bouts of moodiness. (Don’t worry I was apologetic once I realized.)

Being away always makes me realize why Christian and I are the way we are. Why we are raising the boy the way we do. That’s not a slight to our upbringings or our family and friends. It’s hard to explain. We’re just different. Voluntary outcasts if you will. It’s hard not to be at this point in our evolving lives together.

Evolving seems to be all we talk about. What’s next? Where do we see ourselves in the next few years? Where are we going next? What we don’t think about is where we will settle down, so when people ask I’m legit stumped.

It’s exciting to not know. With that said what’s more exciting to me lately is Washington. Everyday I fall deeper and deeper in love with the space around us. We haven’t even ventured out far yet.

I’m learning to enjoy the moments as they come and just enjoy my life more. From the book I’m currently reading: “tuning into yourself is the first step toward tuning into others.”

Maybe it’s because we were gone again but the property around the house seems totally new. And I love it.