When I first moved back to Maryland, from Arizona, my heart was quite heavy. Arizona and the western side of the country was my happy place and I never planned to call my hometown home again.
Being close to family and the people who love me most in this great world trumped everything at the time. As I type this today, my heart and mind are in complete agreement, returning to Maryland for a few years was the best decision to make.
After moving in and setting up shop, the first noticeable difference on a daily basis was the view from my desk. There were no mountains. There were many more trees and the color green was vibrant. But I still missed the mountains.
And then one day this healthy squirrel came along. Playing on the deck, locking eyes with me from time to time, having a grand time in his simple play area. Another day rolled in and during the early afternoon my squirrel neighbor returned again. For months, he kept showing up providing a bit of entertainment each day.
It's been just over two years since moving to Maryland and my squirrel friend still stops by from time to time, placing a big smile on my face.
I still miss the mountains and definitely plan to return to the other side of the country. In the meantime, falling back in love with the first place I ever called home has been a lovely adventure.