Some things just strike me as being so very perfectly Alaskan, tonight after a baptism I went for a drive and wound up in a canyon that made me feel like I was driving to Glenallen. It was dusky and looked like the middle of the night, Alaska time and as I wound through the canyon I kept smelling campfires and heard the river rushing past, these things remind me of home and sometimes I want to go back so bad it physically hurts. I want to go back to where the boy down the street loved me and made fun of me every chance he got, to where my family was always around even if just for a moment, to coming home to an evening of eating watermelon and watching sgt. Bilko. To Nikki wagging her tail ferociously when anyone came through the front door. I miss knowing that someone is going to be in the house and visits from friends don't need any sort of introduction. I have had a wonderful life and am so incredibly blessed with the place and way my parents chose to raise me. I suppose it's a good thing I long to go back. Life has so much more out there for me, I was just lucky enough to grow up in my favorite place.
I noticed the weather wasn't quite as hot today and I have to say, it made me so incredibly happy. Maybe I'll spend the weekend out of doors relishing in the cooler(ish) weather.
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