We arrived in Oregon after driving 3000 miles in 6 days. Our house is a week away from closing and I have never felt happier to be home with my sisters and family.
It's been 30 years since I graduated from this little towns old brick high school (which doesn't exist anymore) and the 1st time that coming home felt right.
It took that long for me to grow up beyond the expectation of others, to learn forgiveness, to value where I came from, to see that a simplier life is a great life, and finally, to be okay with the little country girl that lives inside my heart.
I am writing this from my phone sitting underneath an old black cherry tree. My view is the old red barn that my brother in law grew his prized 4H pigs in as a kid. I am surrounded by acres of Christmas trees at all stages of life. A few even dead and left behind. I haven't sat in front of a computer in a month and it feels great.
Being with my sisters is a treasure box of memories, ideas, and moments of pure laughter. It's been 20 plus years since we all lived in the same state.
Our trip to Oregon took us 6 full days. We had 1 flat tire in South Dakota on a pretty hot day in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately we were towing our extra car. We unhooked and the girls and I hit the next little town for lunch. We ended up on an Indian Reservation at a local grocery store. We bought lunch and they directed us to a park where we soon met up with Cory and Drake.
We continued on to Cory's aunt and uncle's home for two days of fun and family stories. In Montana the temperatures reached over 100 degrees. We stayed cool by the pool during the day and enjoyed the cooler nights with our windows wide open.
I have been cooking up a storm but nothing new. Just simple homemade delicious meals. Sitting outside under the shade of the huge oak trees and just outside the flower gardens where the hummingbirds and bees never stop buzzing and fluttering.
It's good to be home.