A friend recently posted something and mentioned how she hated when people
move somewhere new but can't fully enjoying their new home because they miss their old homes too much. I loved that so much. (thanks Alysha!)
I think Dave and I have done a decent job of getting out, but sometimes I allow my anxiety to prevent me from doing and seeing things. Drives help me feel refreshed,
and helps me better appreciate this lovely place we live in and
sparks the desire to absorb as much of it as possible in our time here.
Sometimes it's just too gorgeous, overwhelmingly gorgeous to me. Photos are lovely, but really can't truly capture how gorgeous the world around us is. But at least they try.