My Old Heart

I don't doubt that I have made it very apparent that I don't care too much for Utah. Sure, the state is beautiful in it's own right but there are attitudes, religion, and politics that I have a hard time dealing with. So why do I stay? There are a number of reasons. My family is there and I can't imagine living too far from my family. My friends are there and it has taken me an awful long time to find friends as wonderful and golden as the ones I now have. The BF is there, need I say more? And finally, my job is there, a job that I currently adore (minus some of the horrific travel schedules I have dealt with in the last few months). All of these things added up make Utah home, or as much home as it can ever be.

When I travel back to the midwest I fill it beckoning to me, in the deepest pits of my stomach. I feel a calmness surround me and comfort of childhood memories. I love the midwest in it's backward loving way. People are genuine, food is good, and the earth is plentiful.

I just got into Maine last night for the second time. The first trip was short and I had no chance to take in the sites. Luckily, because it is impossible to get here before 5pm, I had to fly in a day earlier. I spent the entire morning seeing the sites of Old Portland and took a small excursion to some light houses.

I am in love. Deeply, infatuated in love. While the midwest calls to me, Maine seems to wrap around my heart. I am an old soul and this city speaks to me on a level that none have before. The closest I can think to feeling this way was when I was in Boston. I love history, something that Utah lacks. I am surrounded with history here.

Sigh. Maine is my new lover. I know the BF won't mind sharing me with a state thousands of miles away. As I write this I am sitting in my hotel room listening to the sounds of the ocean (including the seagulls). How will I ever say good-bye with out breaking my heart?

The end of it all

The last month has been a doozy and sadly this month is shaping up to be the same. I think I was out of town more often then I was in town. My Aunt passed away during the first week of June. It was devestating to as all. It was the first funeral I attended of somsone I know and love. And it was hard. I loved my Aunt so very much. She was and always will be an inspiration to me. I think that because work has been so hectic I haven't really had time to fully grieve. I am sure that one day, out of nowhere, it will hit me. She fought a very hard and very long battle and I know that she is finally at peace with her maker. Yes I did say that.

I've spent most of the rest of the month galavanting around the midwest, visiting such great places as Brookings, SD, Danvers, MN, Greely, CO, Estherville and Carrol, IA. Don't be jealous that I am racking out Holiday Inn rewards faster then I can say supercali.. you get the idea. And yes, I stay at Holiday Inns. First off, I like them... I know what to expect. Second of all, do you think the small towns I am visiting have a Marriott? Ha, if only.

It is interesting, all the places I get to travel. I see parts of the country that most people don't, and all from country highways. Tomorrow I fly into Denver and then make the very long drive to Liberal, KS. This time I will bring my camera and I plan on taking some photos of the interesting things I see along the way. I should have started earlier, but I imagine you will all find interest in my roadside blog.

Toodles!