Where I belong

Me and my little people spent this last week in Vancouver. It seemed like a bit of a practical joke when our plane touched down in a slushy blizzard!
Thankfully the weather cleared up and we enjoyed some mild weather and a bit of sun on our skin while we were down there.
One beautiful afternoon me and the little ones went for a walk. There was a frosting of snow on the sidewalks and as we passed another pedestrian they remarked "It sure is rough to walk in the snow!" 
I just smiled and nodded.
It is hard to walk in the snow. But especially when it is over your thigh...



It was a very nice trip and so wonderful to see my amazing family! But I have to say, when I came home I breathed a huge sigh.

There is certainly something to be said for knowing exactly where you belong.

I love the uncluttered wild spaces.



I love that I never have to close my curtains.



I love that I never have to compete for a parking spot



I love the quiet stillness of a country night



I love the bright blue winter skies

I guess sometimes it takes going away to remember exactly where you feel at home.