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italy_6179whenever I leave Phoenix it’s like going through a bad breakup. My stomach is in knots. I feel sick. I can’t eat. I toss and turn all night before I leave. I do everything I can to stall going to the airport. and when I’m there I try to find a way back home. Yesterday when I was leaving it was the worst it had ever been. It really took all the strength I had to board that plane. And, the airport is not the prime location to have uncontrollable crying. the bathrooms echo and there isn’t a dark quiet corner in the whole joint. I was leaving my parents. my aunt. amazing sunsets. my best friend. my girlfriends. my favorite restaurants and coffee shops. grid streets. I was leaving home

But, when I  landed in boston and saw my incredible husband waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs the bad breakup I had with phoenix was mended with the greatest love. I was home with Jon. And everything was right again. It had been a month since I  was in his arms. His embrace is the best place in world. Where ever those arms are that is home. any hurt or sadness I was feeling when I landed in boston disappeared when I was reunited with my love. His patience with me is unfathomable. He married a jet-setting gal who has a difficult time staying put. always dreaming up the next thing. I’ve been told I have a little too much energy. But, no matter how unrealistic my ideas are Jon will listen and support me while being the reasonable one. I’ve never met a man with so much wisdom and compassion – not just for me but for anyone who needs it.italy_6150

So, while I am homesick today I have a man who is willing sit and talk it through for 2 hours over coffee reasoning with me and willing to do anything in his power to make everything right.

“never love anyone who treats you ordinary” – oscar wilde

cows_6673_debThis is the longest I’ve gone without traveling in 8 months. I’m usually going somewhere every couple of weeks. I would typically feel a bit stir crazy but a photo essay I’m working on feels like a travel story but in my own neck of the woods. It’s teaching me to delight in what’s around me rather than lusting for an adventure to Nepal or Paris (which isn’t too difficult to do)



There is nothing like the Fourth of July in a small New England town.

montreal_1603 montreal_1697 me + my best friend, meg, walking around Montreal for a day.