its good to be home

this is what we woke up to after we got home, i'm glad we didn't miss all of winter.

this snow promptly melted within a few hours.

getting through jet lag was rough. i woke up in the middle of the night standing at our bedroom window looking out, trying to figure out where we were. i saw clumps of snow and thought it was people's laundry that had fallen off the lines. i was trying to hard to understand why everybody's laundry was white. david woke up and asked what i was doing, and i replied "looking out the window" it wasn't until i got back into bed that i realized that the walk from the window to the bed felt familiar, then i figured out where i was. i woke up in the morning and it was really bright and white and i was so cozy and warm. we have stayed in so many dark, not cozy places, being disoriented and in a somewhat still dream state i truly thought i was in heaven for a good minute.

later that morning when i remembered being up and staring out the window at night, suddenly all of these other memories of staring out the window in the middle of the night came back to me. i guess i developed a mild sleep walking habit on the trip, i would wake up disoriented and go to the window to try and figure out where we were. each time i would sort of come to already standing at the window. i'm glad that it didn't stick, because its sort of eerie when i remember all of the random windows that i have only somewhat consciously stared out in the dead of night. eek.

our house felt so foreign. the shapes and size felt so strange, i guess we got used to building styles that were different than they are here. i liked coming home to my plants, they grew up, had a life of their own while we were away. i love when my stag horn fern sheds a leaf.

goon's hands.