And we did. We even threw the craziest, most wonderful wedding there.
We opened up this diner because we kept coming back to this city, over and over, using all of our vacation time to do so. It hit us. Why not just move down here?
My mom came to visit and she babysat while I visited with my public health friends (my perpetual travel partner-in-crime, Sherrie, and my mentor/friend who feeds and guides me, Christy). My cousin came from Colombia and stayed with us for the time we were there. We were a few blocks away from Audobon Park. I found an amazing yoga studio. And the beautiful Magazine Street was half a block from our apartment. Life really couldn't be any better, except that I gained 3 lbs on top of the 3 I gained in Mexico. Just goes to show how good cities can make you fat.
So, as we start our 3rd year of full-time traveling, I tend to wonder a lot about the moment that I will feel that itch to have a permanent home. We've thought about going back to Salt Lake City, since that is where our brick and mortar business is, but the winter pollution and the conservative/religious atmosphere can be oppressive. We're also thinking about the Pacific Northwest (not too hot, not too cold), but are really open to any place in the US. Any suggestions?
Until then, we will be in Peru, Chile, and Japan this year. Already started on my Japanese language study with JapanesePod101.com (It's also how we learned Hungarian! Check it out...really great resource).