“Home is the nicest word there is.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder

It is my last evening home. I have spent the last 3 months here in Heppner, in a time I like to refer to as
"transitioning".   I moved back home to save money and figure out my next move. And now I am here, my next move, heading to Costa Rica.*

Well, I didn't save as much money as I would have liked, and my momentum kind of fell into a wintery blanket blur. What I did find, is home can be really too comfortable. I don't want to dwell on the woulda, shoulda, couldas, so I'll tell you what I know.


The perks on being home:
HOME COOKED MEALS- no longer was I living on tuna-fish, kale, quinoa, cereal and an occasional hot dog. My dad is an exceptional cook.
 
Sidebar---this list is in no particular order, which I felt the need to mention as the first item I covered was food.

GRANDMA'S HOUSE- my papa lives there too, but grandma runs the house. These two are a riot! They have been married for 60 years and still so in love!  I leave the house with smiley face rocks in my pockets and purse from my papa after every visit. This time spent has been extra special with my grandma because I took the opportunity to learn some of her baking skills, kitchen magic if you will.

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE- You sleep in until 11 and watch Law and Order SVU all day? Your parents still love you. Your parents don't care if you become a recluse...until you actually become one, luckily it didn't get to that.



























*correction from first post, and first international travel lesson, you can't buy a one-way ticket to Costa Rica. But more on that later...