I flew from Utah to California, and as soon as I boarded I thought, ugh I should have just gone back to New York. I'm tired of flying and especially tired of flying with Edie.
But, as soon as I got to my parent's house, I knew I had made the right decision.
I don't even have to read through old posts to know that I say the same things every time I got to California. I rest, hang out with my family, eat tacos like they're going out of style, shop for shoes at Nordstrom Rack - just a low-key extravaganza.
This trip was no exception. None at all. That's just exactly what I did.
And it was great.