California...what do I even say about being here that I haven't gushed about in another blog post? I grew up in this house and this town so being back, even with a baby, feels so familiar and comforting. People kept asking me why I came and I kept shrugging my shoulders because...do you need a reason to come home? I've been homesick and lonely and I wanted time with my family.
My flight was out of Salt Lake, and my Megs surprised me by walking in my door at 2AM the morning before I left to make the 4 hour drive to Salt Lake with Joony. I had been so anxious about that drive, and having an extra set of hands was the biggest relief. I won't ever be able to put into words how much her being there meant to me.
I'm saying all this so I remember someday how rejuvenating it was for my heart to have 24 hours packed with girlfriend time--with people who know my story and laugh at the jokes that make strangers think I'm a terrible person (Michelle and I said that, when meeting new people who don't get our jokes, were tempted to yell, "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IN SOME CIRCLES I AM CONSIDERED A RIOT!"). It was so refreshing to not wonder where I stood with them or hope I wasn't offending them or feel weird walking right into their house and curling up on their couch. I didn't realize how desperately I needed that relating until I was in the middle of it, feeling so healed.
Ok and...I meant this post to cover my whole week in the Bay Area, but I've been waxing poetic about girlfriends and just the one day I spent traveling to Salt Lake for so long that maybe I'll call it quits here and post about actually being home another day (so hang in there, I know you'll be ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT waiting for vacation posts! haha).