I have been living the dream in California for 7 months now. But recently I got a chance to go back home to Wisconsin where the dream began.
After a 15 hour bout of traveling, an emergency landing in Lubbock Texas, and a 3AM drive in the yellow convertible VW, I was finally home. . .
My mom peeking out from the top of the stairs enveloped me in her arms after I climbed the stairs. We spent the rest of the morning along with my sisters laughing and smiling over freshly baked blueberry muffins. I remember thinking it couldn’t get better than this, as I slipped into a late morning slumber.
But before I eased into my mostly subterranean childhood bedroom, I padded around the house to the lovely and warming voices of my family echoing from the kitchen. . .
And so begins the journey, part one of a multi-part series that I hope to bring you over the next week. We start here at home inside the walls where we come to relax, kick back, and share our stories from the day.