Maybe I'm giving myself more credit than I deserve, but I like to think that no matter where I may have ended up, I could have found the beauty in that place.
Okay. You're right. I didn't do that in Finland. But I think that had more to do with where we were in our lives at that time. It was just a tough go there.
The point is this--when I walked outside and looked at the mountains this morning, I was overwhelmed by the extravagance of it all. The colors. The textures and shapes. The visual drama. AND I LIVE HERE. I can step outside and see it every day. I'm so lucky to live here.