It feels like I live in Aspen again—I’m here for my bestie’s 30th, but working remotely for a couple days too. It really is like the old days: I’m posted up at the library to work and chowing down on kale salad at Peach’s while laptopping away. I get to wander town, take ski break lunch runs, and just walk all about. I freakin’ love it. My soul is happy.
The importance of staying with one of my best couple friends can’t be ignored—there’s a ton of unconditional love in that house, and that’s an absolutely awesome place to be. Of course, skiing my home mountain is also a factor: it’s been a blast after a season of skiing other mountains. I know Ajax like the back of my hand. And despite my insta to the contrary, I AM a better skiier than I was when I lived here, so I’ve gotten to ski runs I had never even skied, or just muddled down, with ease. The bluebird, warm, sunny days haven’t been terrible either.
Of course, my real “at home” life is pretty sweet too. Last weekend, I was super stoked to celebrate the Grand Opening of House of Blues Anaheim. My work-wife-for-life put on an amazing party, and the mama was in town to tear it up with us. So much fun! Having Mama in town is always amazing, and this time we had a great time doing a mini yoga retreat, where she went to Ekam every single day she was in town! There was plenty of wine, of course, but that yoga helped balance it out.
Being back somewhere you used to live always brings up loads of existential questions even the simple “how are you? how’s newport?” … I’m trying to just experience and embrace those thoughts without thinking too much … just being grateful for here and home. My soul is happy.