Got back yesterday from a 9-day trip that included 4 flights, 5 cities, 3 states, 2 weddings, 2 national parks, and a road trip to boot. No doubt, watching two of my very best friends get married, spending time with my best girlfriends, and catching up with my family in some beautiful settings was an amazing and valuable time. I loved and treasured it all. But, I also realized in the midst of the constant traveling, moving around and not getting very much sleep that I’ve grown rather soft. I’m accustomed to my 8-9 hours of sleep each night, regular home cooked meals, idle evenings spent reading, being able to go for a 4-hour long bike ride without a thought, taking things slow. So, when I came home yesterday afternoon to Boulder, and it was sunny and green and practically bucolic, I finally understood why people so affectionately call this place “the bubble”. After a much-needed nap Steve and I went for a casual ride up the creek path before the sun set. We found a good rock and lay by the water, my head resting on his chest, looking up at the trees above us and feeling the chilled air of the creek, just talking. It was gorgeous, and it was the most relaxed I’d felt in the past 9 days.

In short, it was really good to be home.

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