Our family just experienced one of those weeks. The kind where maybe not everything goes perfectly… but everything is somehow perfect anyway. In the midst of our move and the furlough (yes, I was impacted), we took off for a week on the West Coast. We had begun planning our trip long before we knew of my little passenger, and therefore the move. So the timing wasn’t perfect – except that actually it was.
With so very much going on in our lives this past month, we desperately needed our trip together. So on Thursday the 10th, we flew to Los Angeles to see my parents and their new place. It was my first time in California, and I was very excited to see what all the fuss is about! We spent a day in Santa Barbara, a morning at the Farmer’s Market, an afternoon at the La Brea Tar Pits, and a few brief moments at the Will Rogers State Park on the drive home. I can’t say that I’ve been inspired to shed my East Coast ways and move across the country, but I was in awe of the mountains abutting the ocean.
After a quick visit, Nate and I continued our adventure to Las Vegas – yet another city I hadn’t yet visited! Gavin and Laura stayed in LA with my parents for their own adventure, while Nate and I got some serious one on one time that we so badly needed.