I’m in love. I’m being seduced every second of every day.
This love affair is messing with my emotions...
My seducer... Fall in Connecticut. I never tire of the colors, the chilly air, or the constant blanket of leaves on the ground. Each year the same trees display a different show. I drive more slowly, take more walks, and carry a camera in my purse during the month of October. I’ve observed the “BEST” display of colors is around the 15th of Oct. Most the leaves are at their peak color and haven’t fallen yet.
This time of year I believe I live in the prettiest place on Earth.
Winter has it’s perks too but they are short lived. The first fall of snow is beautiful in a majestic way but near March it has overextended it’s stay. By March I am depressed, gravitating to the sun filled window searching for light and warmth like a cat.
In my opinion, Spring doesn’t exist, April offers a few teasing warm days but the jackets aren’t put away till May. The dull branches that use to be a source of my adoration are frail and the flowering buds are shy to be revealed.
Summer arrives just in time for school to be out in June. The trees are dressed again in deep green. It’s like living in the Garden of Eden. Our days are spent at the pool while we anxiously await the return of our friends from their Global vacations.
We mostly do “Stay-cations”, which Jace has renamed “Boring Activities.”
Summer after summer I wish we were in Utah to go camping with the cousins, have sleepovers with Grandma, and enjoy summer fun.
In November I wish we could have Thanksgiving dinner with people we were related to.
In December I wish we could attend a family Christmas Party and enjoy family traditions
but these events have never happened! Not once!
In January were snowed in and love sledding in our backyard but wouldn’t it be fun to share it with cousins?
With Sam’s work schedule and the fact that you can’t spend the night anywhere without dropping $$$ we stay at home.
Winter break is spent at home.
Spring Break is spent at home.
And Labor Day weekend (along with most 3 day weekends) we stay at home.
We have enjoyed road trips to most Church History sites on the East Coast.
We’ve lived here for 10 years and have exhausted all low budget and local activities.
I’ve missed weddings, funerals, babies, baptisms, cruises, birthdays, Mother’s Day, and reunions!
A single trip to Utah for the 6 of us is out of our budget.
Instead I settle for “Get Away” trips where I sneak away without the kids and spend time with my family.
My kids don’t know their cousins.
They don’t know their 6 Uncles, 5 Aunts and 20+ cousins.
They don’t know what Grandma’s house looks like and they don’t know their grandpa.
They get gifts and cards from Sam’s family but don’t get the chance to put the face to the name most the time.
It’s been said that a child who is loved and supported by other adults, along with their parents, is more likely to have greater self worth.
I would love for my kids to spend time with extended family.
When I’m in Utah for my get away trips I feel like I can breath again. I don’t realize how wound up I am here until I go there and it feels like time slows down and I can breath again. I find myself jealous of the cost of living, the big sky, the close proximity to Temples and family lifestyle that exists there.Returning home is always hard.
I am in L-O-V-E with the beauty of Connecticut. But I would give it up to be closer to a family centered life.
The colors on the leaves are tugging at my heart strings but I’m going to let them go.
We are moving to Utah...soon
"Psst"...the kids don't know. Please don't spill the beans till further notice. :)