Home is where the mountains are

This is the view that I grew up seeing everyday. I know in my head that I miss the mountains now that I don’t live near them anymore. Quite literally, I miss camping in the mountains, I miss the lakes and the hikes and the freshness. But being back home and seeing them everyday is extremely relaxing an grounding. I am beginning to realize that there is something about being home that speaks to a deep, core part of my being. Every time I see this view (usually while I’m driving), I feel the mountains calling me, telling me that I should be coming back here for good. In much the same way that people who grow up next to the ocean never want to go far, I feel like I am never meant to be too far from the mountains.

As I prepare to fly home tonight, I am sad that I won’t see this view for months more to come. I am sad that in these past two weeks I didn’t have an opportunity to drive the short way out to the mountains to reunite with them. Maybe next time. Maybe I’ll be back here for good one day.