More details from recent travels and the Bay. I love the big willowy trees that just sort of cover everything. Everything seems a bit brighter and more colorful in Texas, no San Francisco fog there - thats for sure!
There is something about going home that just makes you feel good. However, time never ceases to just fly away and before I know it my brief stint sleeping in my childhood bed, wearing my clothes from high school, and traversing the streets I've called home for 27 years is gone, yet again. Too short, it is always too short. But that thing - that little something that makes you feel good, it's grounding, and I always come away from trips home with a sort of refreshed sense of myself. Going home brings me back down from wherever my mind has been while I'm away and it strikes me to my absolute core, it reminds me who I am and where I come from, and reinstils in me everything that I have ever known.
This trip was particularly entertaining as I was able to spend time with my family's two dogs, Phoebe and Pippy, or 'The Bad Sisters,' as they are affectionately known. Phoebe lives with my brother and my sister-in-law, and Pippy usually lives with my sister in New Orleans, however we were fortunate to have both dogs under one roof, reunited again for some typically hilarious chaos.
Phoebe lounging on the Eastern Shore
