This summer I visited so many places- beaches, mountains, prairies, forests, oceans, cities- and not one of them is as comforting or familiar as this view. Just west of this spot is my grandparents' house and the garden I grew up playing in. To the south are fields and the forests we cut our Christmas trees from. And north of where I'm standing is a house that is bursting at the seams with love.

It's funny how when you're busy, you do so many things and interact with so many people, and yet, being busy actually makes you feel lonelier. There are interactions yes, but no real connection. I miss having a connection to something. And to someone. How I feel at this stage in my life is a lot like this picture. Everyone around me seems to be moving so quickly. My friends and family are getting married, graduating, having babies, leaving on missions, and getting real jobs. I'm so busy, but it feels like I'm not really doing anything. More often, it feels like I'm just a moment stuck in time.