Happiness is An Autumn Day

I remember as a little girl my favorite feeling in the world. Laying between cool sheets the windows wide open to allow the crisp air in, the sound of lawns being mowed before the winter settles in and  the leaves turn golden. The smell of home cooked meals wafting through the air. I felt like I belonged there, like a small piece of my soul belonged to Autumn days. When I moved to Vegas a piece of my very soul broke off and died. I felt like I was lost, like nothing mattered. Vegas did not have my heart, the only piece of me Vegas had was my family. Even though I grew there, discovered who I was, it would never be a place I called home. Home is not a physical place, in a specific spot. It's a feeling, of belonging, of love, of peace. In the summer of 2014 I made the decision to move to Cody, Wyoming and start a new life. So, I packed my bags and drove on. There I found my heart. My happiness began to return to my heart, I remembered how to truly be happy. Though I miss my family so much, I am so very happy in this place. I get that feeling, like my soul is reconnected with that lost part of me. I can't express how much peace I feel. I've made fantastic friends, have a new ward and work family, a love for a place I never knew existed. I finally feel at home. Today reminded me of this as it felt like a beautiful Autumn day. To me happiness is an Autumn day.