Not a vacation, but home

Last week Mark and I got to go home for the second time since being in Chicago. We had a late night flight back to DC on Wednesday, and it was way more complicated than I would have imagined. For those of you who do not know, I have been very fearful of flying in the past. Over the last two months I have been working on curing my phobia and I really think it is working well. My stress for the flight actually stemmed more from the fact that Bella was flying with us. It was her first time flying, and she did NOT like being zipped in that carrier. Luckily, unless we were being yelled at, we let her head peek out from the bag, and she was okay with that.

The few days home were completely exhausting. Thursday, we went to Rosh Hashanah services, saw some friends, and went to dinner with Mark's family. The next day we saw more friends and my mother-in-law hosted a giant dinner of extended family. Sorry fam, but we will not be doing that every time we go home, it is just too stressful.

 Bella was very excited to see her best friend Lily again!

Saturday, Mark and I spent the entire day driving to and from Harrisburg, PA for a high school friend's wedding. The wedding was beautiful, the bride and groom are very cute together, and we got to see friends, so that made it worth the trek.

Sunday, we saw more friends and had some more family time, then flew back to Chicago at night. Busiest four days ever (or at least I say that until we are home for Thanksgiving). Still, there is something to be said about being at home.

But for now... back to the grind!