I'm still processing the road trip. Really, it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I challenged my fear of heights twice and lost only once. There was much barbeque consumed, history seen, a guy in a moose hat, amazing views from the tops of mountains and the bottoms of canyons, everyone's favorite Utah game: "Crazy, or Mormon?", seat dancing to the 80's station on XM, outrunning of weather systems so intense that we followed a storm chaser through one, ghost towns, long hikes, buffalo traffic jams and many discussions on the genius of Quincy Jones.
Boston feels more like home than I ever expected it to. Our neighborhood is some odd cross between the old U Street corridor (jazz joints, a fish market that actually serves crappy sandwiches, an A.M.E. church on one corner and a Baptist one on the other) and the Upper East Side. If I say something sarcastic, someone comes back with an equally sarcastic reply. There are two Dunkin' Donuts within walking distance.
After seeing so many new sights, it's a wonderful thing to finally be home.