Feels like home

Every time I come back to Salt Lake I am amazed by how much it feels like home.  It sneaks up on me.  I never expect it.  If I weren't so happy in Honduras I would probably want to move back here.

Today I was driving around, visiting friends and running errands.  For a moment I felt sad that this is no longer my home.  But then I remembered how happy I am in Honduras and decided to just soak it all in and appreciate that I am able to visit.

I had coffee and chatted with my friend Sandrine for four hours.  They closed the coffee shop and put away all of the chairs so we talked in the parking lot until her sister called from France.  Then we finally said good bye.  When I got home Jody, Steve and I went for a swim in their pool.  It's really hot (around 100 degrees) here every day lately.

For dinner my friend Heather treated me to sushi!  I was so happy to see her I didn't even notice she could barely walk as she came in.  She broke her toe today at work.  I haven't seen Heather since I moved to Honduras.  We had a tearful hello, then sat and chatted like it hadn't been a year and 1/2 since we last sat across the table from each other.  We ended up closing down that restaurant too.

On the way home it felt strange to drive through the city with the windows down.  In Honduras the first thing you do when you get into a car is lock it up and close the windows.  But tonight I drove through big, bad Salt Lake all by myself with the windows down.  It felt very unnatural, but good.