Home

I made it. I'm back in good ol' Provo. And let me tell you folks, it feels good.

Upon descent into SLC, I woke up just in time to realize I knew exactly where we were: right over Utah Lake, passing by Y mountain. It was like a subconscious pull, letting me know I was home.

I feel quite fortunate to have quite a few places to call home - Virginia, where I spent most of my childhood; Maryland, with my husband and in-laws; and Utah, where I went to college and lived for the first few years of marriage.

Utah is where I met what I call my "eternal friends." These are people I'm sure that will continue to be a presence not only in this life, but definitely the next. While a few of these friends live in far away places now (like Washington State, Kansas, Indiana, San Francisco, and China), we still have a few very dear friends in Utah. These are the people that make Utah feel like home. I truly believe that home is where the heart is, and my heart is with these people in their various places. How lucky am I to be so blessed with these amazing friendships?

As US Airways flight 457 flew over Utah Valley toward SLC airport, I immediately thought of Brigham Young's quote, "This is the place." For me, right now, this IS the place. This is my place, reuniting with friends and family. I love this place, and these feelings. To be honest, I even kind of teared up a bit while looking outside my window. Have you ever felt that way about a certain place? I can't be the only one.

I'm realizing that most of my travels are either for work, or to go see friends or family. Since we've been married, Scott and I have yet to take a vacation with just the two of us to a random destination. But you know what? I'm okay with that. Actually, I'm more than okay with that. I like the feelings of being at home.