Thirty-something days from our hometown of San Diego, CA, Sash and I find ourselves in Salt Lake City, feeling almost like we're home again.
Munching down for breakfast at a Denny's on N. Temple Drive, it was like this was a favorite pastime of ours. We had done this same Denny's for breakfast a few times before on other trips to SLC, even staying at the same hotel.
"It's like the whole country is our home", I said. "We're miles from San Diego, but there are places all over the country where we always come to, and where we always like to hang out at."
"Yeah, it's all our back yard", she added.
Sash started naming off other favorite hangouts in other towns we've stayed at. We could visit any one of them and feel at home.
Which makes one wonder what exactly home is. You could be in a certain section of the city where you live and still feel out of place. You could sit at a dinner table with family on a Thanksgiving day and still feel disconnected. On the other hand, you could find yourself in the corner of a bar in a town you've never been to before and never want to leave.
The next night, we went to my other favorite hangout, Red Rock Brewery, where I've hung out dozens of times before.
Otherwise, the city is huge, full of bars and restaurants, yet those are the bars we always go to, and this is always the hotel we always stay at, and Denny's on N. Temple is where we always get breakfast. That's our home here in Salt Lake City.
Why Denny's? I don't know. Just because.
The next leg of our Great Sturgis Road trip, Rawlins, WY.