After my very big disappointment last week, I've felt really lost. Unsure of what exactly my next big move is, my sister generously offered to fly me home for a couple of weeks to spend time with family and regroup.
So, I flew into WA on Sunday - exactly fifteen hours after my ticket was purchased - and spent the last two days laughing with my sister and loving on my nephews in Seattle. Today, I hopped on the train and headed to the ocean.
So, here I am. In the smallest of small towns. With my mother, two dogs and no cell reception. I miss my boyfriend already, but I have to tell you... I am so at peace here.
For the next couple of weeks, I plan on mostly wearing pajama pants, having long conversations about life with my mother, telling my nephews repeatedly that they are my very favorite people on the planet, taking walks on the beach with the pups, enjoying wearing a hoodie away from the Vegas heat, reading myself to sleep, giggling with my best friend, listening to the rain and simply taking care of myself in this small town.
Because, sometimes, the only place left to go is home.