loveliness.

We’ve been back from our travels for about 2 weeks, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I haven’t seen my family yet, so I am still waiting ever so patiently (is it Christmas yet?) for that, but other than that we’ve seen a bunch of Derek’s family, and all of our friends in California, and made a road trip up to Oregon to see my best girl for Thanksgiving.

I’ve drunk my twisted tea, I’ve got my scuffed up leather boots back on (it is probably not normal how much I missed them, I had dreams about them when we were gone), I’m sleeping and waking on a normal schedule again, I’m even back at work, as a temp in the city until we move to Phoenix in January. We’re officially and definitely back to reality.

I am a little sad to be back, but I was worried that it was going to be more like this, and that I was going to be really depressed not to be traveling constantly, and sleeping in a new place every night. To be honest, I never got tired of that. I know some people would have, but I could live like that forever.

The thing is, even though we are back to reality, we aren’t yet back to routine. We are basically homeless, we’ll be moving to a brand new city at the end of the month, and the time up until then is filled with friends and family and Christmas-ness. I am starting to look for a job in Phoenix, and I have some big goals for myself for 2015 as well.

Even though we were gone for six months, now that we are home again, it kind of feels like the whole thing might have been a dream. I just want to hold on to all of the things I learned while we were away, and keep my priorities straight, remembering the things that are important, and the things that aren’t and never will be.

Our trip was an amazing chapter in our lives (and I still have a ton of posts to share), but it’s not the last chapter. Instead of being sad to be home, I’m really just excited for what is coming up next, including starting to look ahead, and beginning to save for our next big adventure.