visiting home.

Coming home is like being at a constant get-together. The first night I got in, my parents and siblings picked me up at 10. We got in the car and my dad said, "Soooo, what are we doing?" Nil said, "Well I have some taco soup here..." And my dad said, "So, is that an invitation?" And we laughed and then went back to Taylor and Nilmini's house for a meal and tea, staying up past midnight. With everyone living in such close proximity, its easy just to pop over. Fletcher was here a few days ago to shoot his new gun with Zach Taylor who was visiting. Nil came over to work in my dad's shop and make a picture-frame chalkboard she saw on Pinterest. Laura is coming today to sew a skirt on my mom's machine. Last night we watched Spiderman at Fletcher and Laura's house. And I can strap on a set of skis and be down the hill to my grandparents or hang out with my aunt and uncle in just a quick five minutes--you can time me. I dream of moving back to Spokane someday. But I know it's not yet. Just so happy to visit.