"There's No Place Like Home"

Three weeks ago I left in a huge U- Haul with my son-in-law, Dave to deliver cabinets and granite to a job Ethan was doing in Billings, Montana.  Spencer and his family decided to move up there and wanted me to come visit, so I took the opportunity to hitch a ride. They didn't know I was coming so it was a surprise for them. I knew it was really far away but didn't realize just how far. It took us 29 hours to get that heavy load of materials up the mountains. Montana is beautiful and I spent lots of time in the car seeing Mt. Rushmore, Top of the World, Red Lodge and Big Timber where they spent the day fishing and swimming in the Yellowstone River.  I did pretty good for a while until my homesickness moved in and I needed to get home.  I was going to catch a ride home with Ethan when he finished the job but it seemed like everyday the timeline would change, until I lost hope of ever getting home.  So on Tues. night Dave flew up to Billings and I rented a car and spent two more days  coming home, which only took 21 hours.  We decided to come home a different way than we went up.  We came down through West Yellowstone and then through Idaho, Richfield, Utah, Kanab, Flagstaff and then finally home.  I was warned by my kids that it was really hot and after spending three weeks in the cooler weather, it was hard to hit the heat but it was so nice to get home to my own bed and the mountains of laundry, ironing and chores that needed to be done. I am so proud of myself for doing something so out of character for me. I learned a lot about myself and hopefully gained more gratitude for my husband and his hard work to provide for me. Sometimes I take for granted all that I've been blessed with but when I got away and had lots of time to think and ponder my life I gained a new perspective. It was so fun to spend some time with the Montana Larsen family and the grand kids are so sweet and cute, but there really is no place like home, even if it is 117 degrees outside.