I don't know why, but the last two nights I've had dreams about Jackson Hole. I miss it! It's calling to me to come back. I'm in a bit of a sentimental mood today and this is really working on me. For those of you that may have recently tuned into this little blog, my husband and I got married in Jackson Hole this past July, so it has a very special place in our hearts. And it's just about the most beautiful place in the world. It was around this time last year that Ryan and I headed out there to finalize some wedding stuff and get a bit of skiing in. We fell in love with JH all over again. The whole place was covered in snow and twinkle lights. All the pine trees and fireplaces and moose. Le sigh. I want to go back. I need to go back. I felt like I was cheating on Jackson when I was in Breckenridge. But Jackson knows my heart will always be there. I love you, Jackson Hole.
Does anyone else have a "special place" that they miss when they're not there? Somewhere that means more to you than you could ever explain?