Going Back to Where You’re From
if you are one of those lucky people that lives near your family (and you like them) soak it up! to be honest, i thought i would be back in colorado by now because we moved to portland for me to get my master’s in social work 6 years ago and i figured we’d move back afterwards. turns out we are still loving portland so there we stay.
colorado was strangely beautiful for this trip. it had been raining for weeks on end before i arrived so it looked like a whole different world with all the green hills! typically by this time of year, everything has dried out so what an emerald surprise.
not only did i get to visit with my parents, but my sister was in town from arizona and my grandparents from kansas city were also here! they are celebrating their 59th wedding anniversary and decided to retrace their honeymoon stops through colorado! isn’t that the sweetest?
it was extra special that my sister and i were here for father’s day! we probably haven’t been together for father’s day in 6 or 7 years. we celebrated with my stepdad and grandpa by hanging out in downtown denver first:
my sister gets full credit for finding a deal on a glass blowing class, where we took my dad since he’s always wanted to try that!
my in-laws used to be glass-blowers, isn’t that neat? it was much harder than i anticipated (and waaaay hot at 2,150 degrees F in those ovens). the instructor referred to the open one as a ‘glory hole,’ which immediately made my sister and i lock eyes and bust out laughing.
as i mentioned previously about being an angsty teen, it’s always an interesting thing to go back home for me. i do get fairly homesick being away and sometimes it feels like an out-of-body experience to go back and even stranger to look through old photos of how life used to be.
i wish i was blogging or keeping a journal when i was younger so i could better remember what i was thinking and feeling…and where we put those amazing masks.
it’s interesting to see how relationships change and evolve as we become adults. one of my favorite things about becoming an adult is now being able to drink with my parents (though that was admittedly weird at first).
i realize not everyone has a great relationship with their family and i didn’t always either but i’m thankful we do now. that’s the hard but also good thing about relationships, they are always evolving too.
my husband wasn’t with me on this trip so that made me somewhat sad, especially since we had basically been spending 24/7 together on our recent adventures. on the flip side, i do think it’s important to spend time apart from time to time because it’s a good sign that you miss one another.
my heart feels happy that i got to spend quality time with my family while back in colorado, but i still get pretty depressed saying goodbye to my family. the only cure to my depression in this case is long hugs from my husband and planning when i will see them all next.
i have two days at home to basically wash clothes and
try to be super productive with a new e-course i’m putting together (yay!) before my husband and i are off to houston for his 10 year high school reunion and then florida to see my in-laws!
oh, i am about to close the survey i put out a few weeks back with the chance to win $25 for your thoughts on the new wifestyle so get in on it! thanks to those that have already participated!
1) how often do you go back to your where you grew up?
2) what’s something surprising about your relationship with your parents now that you’re an adult?
3) have you ever tried glass blowing?