I'm back. My children and husband survived. I barely did. I know that I'm supposed to feel happy about having a few nights up in Tahoe without my family......and I had a really great time......but I missed home. It was good for me though. I had a whole room to myself. We made wonderful food together for dinner and sat on the deck at dusk watching the bats swoop around the pine trees. I took long walks in the morning on my own before anyone woke up. I meditated on the beach while sorting through rocks. I met new people that I enjoyed talking with and felt as though I had found kindred spirits. I had a spa day.
I think I'm extremely attached to my family and I was glad to be home with them, sleeping in my own bed, eating my own food and getting out into my garden to see how much everything had grown. To hug everyone. I think this past month has been a whirlwind of trips for one person or the other and I feel like we just need to be grounded in our own space all together for a while. Maybe for a few weeks. Then we can plan some backpack trips in the mountains this summer. In a few days it will be officially summer.
I didn't want to take my camera up there so, I took these pictures with my cheezy little phone but I think you get the idea. It's a beautiful place. I scouted out some beaches and hikes which I plan on getting back to this summer with my kids.