really home again

We got in last night from our trip back east, and had a really great trip. It was great to see everyone, my mom was relatively drama free, and even though we were really busy, we had a lot of fun.


But. Even as much as we missed hanging out with everyone, we couldn't wait to come home. There is no doubt that Portland is home now. Driving around, we both found Mass to be depressing, ugly, crowded, with wayyy too much traffic.


We missed the green of Portland, seeing trees and parks everywhere, how clean Portland is, and we certainly missed the weather. As soon as we landed in Boston, it was in the 30s and we were freezing waiting for our shuttle to Thrifty. The rest of the trip it wasn't that cold, but boy did I forget how those temperatures feel.

Tim and I talked about it a lot, and he was sort of preparing himself for what if we have to move back. In his mind, he was thinking...well, maybe we didn't give Mass a fair chance, everyone back there loves it, maybe we are just missing something.

But no. We really don't like it, and it really doesn't feel a part of us. Even though I grew up there, it didn't feel like home, and I don't think it ever really did. It was where I lived, but it was not where I wanted to be. Now that Tim has seen for himself that there is no way we could move back there, and realized how much he missed Portland, I think it will help him really settle out here. And now he's excited to really have our house set up, and find the perfect house for us when our lease is up.

It's good to be home...and soon, Myra will be home, and we can't wait to see her!