Home Sweet Home

I grew up here in this lovely little city of Gig Harbor. My older brother took this picture on Christmas morning a couple years ago, and I kid you not when I say that this city is always just as lovely. I went running the other morning and the place was grey and thick with moist fog, and I was just dying because I was so happy. I cannot begin to say how wonderful this place is, so if you're thinking about a good place to raise some kids or just spend a good weekend? Look no farther!

It's sad, but in all likelihood my family will pick up and leave in the next few years, so these little visits home will likely be some of my last real stays. This is where I started dancing. This is where I met my best friend. This is where I have memories with my dad, and this is where he is buried. This is where I spent a thousand mornings walking along the harbor. This is where I kayaked and sailed during the summers. This is where I had my first kiss and my first heartache. This is where I want to bring the people I love, because it's part of me. I love this place so much, and it makes me a little sad to think that it won't always be called home. But home is where the heart is, so no matter where I am or who I'm with, I'll have a place to call home. Even if it's in Utah (but let's not talk about that possibility right now).

But now I need to stop reminiscing and get my butt into gear, and, ya know, go Christmas shopping or something. (Man, I'm such a slacker!)