I've spent the last 4 days up at Lake Tahoe, one of the most beautiful places on earth in my humble opinion. Although it exists just a short 45 minutes from Reno, it feels like another world. As much as I love my little city, sometimes, thats just what I need. However, after a few eventful days-- a bear breaking into my car, backpacking trip cut short due to snow, and a cold and windy nights sleep at 7,500 ft. (but those are stories for another day) I was ready to return home. Home. That word means so many different things to people. For some, it's a place where they merely sleep so that they can experience another day. For others, it's a place to recharge, rest, and be comfortable. For me, it's the place where I am truly sated. It's where I am most myself.

There are two very important reasons that home is that place for me. They are the two beings that make up my family. Nick and Wallace. For many years, I always viewed my family as mainly my parents and my brother. In the past few years, that has changed a bit. Although, they are still my family, I have sprouted a new branch in my family tree to include my soon to be husband and life long partner and our little dog Wallace. Now, I know for some it may seem strange that we act as if our dog is like a human. Many people would call us crazy for this. But it doesn't matter. Many dog lovers know the absolute joy a dog can bring into your life and the amount of individual personality they can embody. Wallace is no exception. I'm pretty sure he thinks he's human, and we don't really do anything to make him believe otherwise. Maybe we are crazy, but who cares. He is part of how we identify ourselves as a family and part of why home feels like home.

So yesterday as I returned to Reno, weary and sore after several days in the woods, I was welcomed into the arms of my family. I was home.