Moving. We are no strangers to the process (even if my first move--across town--didn't happen until I was 19 and my first cross-country move didn't happen until I was 23). As a couple, we're about to embark on move #7 in a couple more months. This time we'll be trading the mountains for the beach as we head to Santa Barbara, California, for a few years (until move #8). God has brought me a long way in teaching me to handle and embrace change over the years, but this move is a hard one. Even from the time I vacationed in CO as a kid, my heart has felt at home here in these mountains. And that made me discover another identity as a photographer. Most "momtographers" say that their children inspired them to learn their camera. As much as I love capturing my daughter's childhood, this place is what truly inspired me to never be able to put my camera down, and to unearth a now deeply rooted passion. And as if those things weren't enough, the people here have become family, too. All of these things add up to make it hard to say "see you later." But like the seasons (which will be rather minimized in our new part of the world), one home always transitions to another that is different--sometimes awaited, sometimes dragged into, sometimes a bit of both--but ALWAYS holds its own beauty and something new for us to treasure. (And as far as physical beauty goes, Santa Barbara is no slouch!) I am certain this move will be no different and that there will be more tears when it comes time for us to leave California behind. Because in the end, as much as a place can feel like home, this broken world is not all there is. This world, beautiful as it can be, is the creation, and the Creator is infinitely more beautiful. I can never leave His presence, nor would I ever want to, so I will follow Him wherever He leads me. And it will be beautiful because He is there.