Rob, Laura, kids and puppy all drove to the family cabin the in Sierra Nevada foothills for a holiday and to catch up with various family members. Mike and I decided to hang the cost and fly out there for 3 days.
Even though there is a airport in Flag, it ended up being easier to drive the 2 hours to Phoenix to fly to Sacramento. We arrived with nanoseconds to spare. Spiriting through the airport, waiting impatiently at security talking about what we will do in Phoenix when we miss the plane, then more spiriting and arrived at the gate as the last people were walking on. Perfect.
At Sacramento we found that for a mere $7 extra a day we could blow off the hatchback and rent a purple Mustang convertible. Sweet.
Rob and GrannyIts hard to leave the cabin but Mike and I are strong. This time with left earlier enough to stroll through the airport to our plane. In Phoenix we stopped at Trader Joes and stocked up on all matter of goodies before driving home and back to work the next day.
Work was ok, not super busy but I had a few good chats with people. I was teaching a guy Aussie and he was teaching me Navajo. He was much more successful than I was. Its a great sounding language but I don't think I have the required throat for it. Still good fun though.
Rob's job still loves him, and I'm making petrol and bagel money.
It still feels a bit like a holiday, and when It starts feeling more real is when it will hit me its long term. I'm very happy here and its feels right and having brief moments of ;( and missing everyone a whole heap is perfectly fine and natural.