i recently went on a vacation with my family to a place with beautiful architecture, white sand beaches, clear, blue ocean water, and dense jungles. we went to the beach every day, went to the pool after the beach, rode our beach cruisers after the pool, admired the pastels and white trim of the houses while riding the cruisers, went back to the beach after the ride, went to dinner after the beach, played games after dinner, and then crashed in our own, separate bedrooms. (that's right. no sharing a bed with the little sis this time. SCORE)
we had jokes. we made fun of each other. we went on some crazy adventures. we got tan and sunburned. we ate a fried pickle.
it was perfect.
but as i stepped off the plane back in salt lake and walked through that airport, the posters on the walls got my attention.
i love where i live
and i always will