Hello, mountains! Oh, how I’ve missed this view.
No matter how many times we’ve done it, crossing over to Kingston, for crepes, will always feel like a mini vacation.
Tropical beaches are beautiful in their own right, but give me drift wood, craggy cliffs, seagulls and the monochrome pebbles of a Pacific Northwest beach and I am a happy girl.
I am feeling incredibly fortunate to have not one, but two, beautiful places to call home right now. We have been spending our days in familiar places, with familiar people (and familiar beverages).
My heart is full…
…except for that little spot that is missing my sister. In case you had any doubt, home is still here – and it is still as wonderful as ever.