Home Again

We left Santa Fe and drove towards Taos for an overnight before heading home. Before leaving New Mexico we had to make two stops – oddly in the same small town of Cimarron (population 900). The first was a quick jaunt down to the Philmont Scout Ranch so I could show Ahna the physical location that is home to lots of stories of mine from a summer working there in 1995. The second was in the ‘downtown’ area to meet up with our great friend, Tori. She and her husband recently moved down to the area down there and we subsequently don’t get to see them as much as we would like to. So we stopped for playtime at a park and some ice cream before the rest of the drive home (PS – Ezra did amazing on the drive in both directions without a single complaint about being in the car. It leaves us optimistic for future road travels).

After we arrived back home and unpacked, we were greeted to a ton of cards from people: thank you! They mean so much. We were also greeted with the sudden rush back to reality and the emotional dump that the last four days have been missing. It was really easy to pretend at times during our trip that we aren’t dealing with loosing Liam, and that it was all just a weird and bad dream – which was sort of the purpose of the escape: to escape as much as possible. But coming back home to all of our stuff and to all of Liam’s stuff was a pretty harsh reminder.

This morning marks two weeks since Liam passed away. It’s so hard to believe that it’s been that long – and I have a feeling that we are going to be saying that at each and every anniversary/marker for the rest of our lives. The strange new reality continues to find it’s way to the surface.