A weekend in Oregon

Excerpt from a journal entry on April 30th after traveling from Israel (what had become home) to Oregon (my forever home) to Utah (current home):

I feel like the most blessed girl in the world. My family is the best — my siblings are so sweet and talented and supportive. My parents are incredible. I’ve been on a mission, the most amazing study abroad, I’m applying to the Accounting program, I have the tightest friends to come back to in Provo, and I’m so stoked to hang with my jerusalem friends again! OH and then I got my DREAM JOB back without doing literally anything. I am so grateful. I can’t wait for what’s to come. I am committed to better observe the Sabbath Day, reduce distractions in my life, read books, feast on the scriptures, and CONNECT with people. It’s going to be a great summer.

This weekend was filled with many, many walks down memory lane; runs along dew-coated fields on cloudy mornings, stepping foot on my old high school and middle school grounds, hiking Pilot Rock, sitting on the back porch watching the mountains, attending church on Juanipero Way, driving down McAndrews as I did every single day on the way to Studio Roxander.

 I come back to Oregon only a couple times a year now (if that!), so my soul takes a long, deep breath each time so that I can remember all the feels, the sights, and the smells until I come back again.

And of course kiss this face as much as possible.

My heart is happy.