My Best Friend’s Wedding.

Once again I am blogging at the airport. My 26 hour journey home has turned into a 50 hour journey due to some light showers in Houston.

If you didn’t already know I returned to “the States” after only three short weeks in Australia. I did this so I could stand next to my best friend on the top of a mountain in Aspen as she married her best friend. To say this wedding was beautiful would be an understatement. Every little detail was perfect. On top of that- look at this stunning wedding party (bride and groom included, duh).


The scenery isn’t so bad either.

The weekend was so much fun and went way too fast! We started Friday off white water rafting and for many of us girls that meant conquering our fears. It turns out the nauseating car ride to the drop off point was actually the most frightening part. It was so much fun and not scary at all.


That’s us after rafting. We smelled like the sick rainsuits we were wearing before. I’m glad you can’t smell through the internet.

Here’s some more pictures to enjoy.


Our awesome house we stayed in.


The view from our patio was alright.




The gondola ride to the top of the mountain for the ceremony.






Oh, and the second best part of the weekend was when we saw a bear just creeping in the middle of the road.


There he is running away. Apparently bears are a very big problem in Colorado, who knew? I sure didn’t.

Overall I had a great visit back to Houston and I’m so glad I got to see so many people in a short amount of time. I am definitely ready to get back to my new home though. I miss my husband and it’s about time to get back to real life mode.

If anything, this whole moving across the world and traveling alone experience has taught me a lot about myself. I have always really depended on my parents (shoutout to Kimber and Randy- love you guys) and Travis. Having to go out on my own in Brisbane and wherever else I have wound up has taught that I’m actually a lot more independent than I realize. I’ve also learned to be positive, things aren’t always going to go by plan and some days are harder than others- the least I can do is look for the bright spot in each day.

This experience has also taught me to give myself more than an hour and a half layover time in between flights especially before an international flight that only goes out once a day. That’s a lesson I had previously ignored from my husband.

Hopefully next time I write a post I will be on the other side of the world. Cross your fingers, luck has not been on my side.

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