Mmmmm....spring break

I'm savoring this spring break like no other. 

Cancun and Vegas breaks are so out-of-style.  Give me a little sunshine, a car, and a camera, and of course, my love, and I'm set.  End the day with a sleeping lab at my feet and his caring hand on my leg, and that's all I need. 

We had another adventure today.  Pictures and a post to follow.  I just want to live in this day a little more, and dwell in the fact that I'm getting back to my normal self.  Moving 3000 miles away from your home, your family, friends, and your mountains can change a girl.  It throws your equilibrium off, makes you dizzy, and out of sorts.  Seattle is very different from Harrisburg.  Duh.  But, the Seattle me shouldn't differ from the Harrisburg me.  I'm realizing that more and more.  I can incorporate the things I love back home even in Central Pennsylvania.

I thought about this deeply when we had our little mini-road trip today (!!).  In the last few weeks, I've taken a random drive, hauled the pup into the wilderness despite 10 inches of snow, ran, and embraced nature to the degree of almost-hugging-an-actual-tree. I did these things in winter.  In Harrisburg.  I've had salmon multiple times, grilled, and assembled my rubs with love in an artistic fashion, front and center in the kitchen cupboard.  AND, I have taken so many freakin pictures, that I'll actually remember what I've done!  

Moving brought out a hidden, brewing depression.  It wasn't his fault, it wasn't my fault, it was just there and it was amplified by moving.  Suddenly, I wasn't happy and I didn't have an identity, except for telling people, "I'm from Seattle," when I met them.  Therapy and medicine helped, but this is helping more.  Capturing and recording, sharing and contemplating, this blog has really helped me brush off that funk, and come into my own.   It's a simple blog, and it's developing, but it  helps me.  Maybe it will help someone else someday.  Maybe people will at least look at the pictures and think "ooh, pretty,"  or "my goodness, that is the cutest dog I've ever seen."  It's something and it's mine, and that's just good enough. 

So tomorrow, I will post again, and share more pictures. I will write about how great it felt so roll the window down in the car, and sing,  and laugh, and look over at a boy and realize how lucky I am to live here, how lucky I am to have found love.  I'll share those feelings, hit publish, and smile, because I know that my life is being lived.