It is raining today. Normally a rainy summer day would bring me right down, but today, it feels nice. I feel like the summer is screeching by and maybe this dark, wet, day puts the breaks on a bit.
I love the summer and all of it’s epic events following one right after the other. Check out my next few weekends:
this weekend: Circus Contraption/baby shower/cousin leaves for Iraq
next weekend: Visiting my BFF in Portland
the next weekend: BlogHer! Yippee!
the next weekend: Girl’s Camping Trip
the next weekend: BFF visits Tacoma
the next weekend: Camping in Canada with internet friends
Then some weekend time opens up a bit, but then it will be September. Isn’t that nutty? I am consciously appreciating all these fun times because I know they won’t last forever. We will probably have a baby fairly soon* and I know we will live abroad again in the next few years. Then, my travel itch will be scratched and I will be surrounded by exotic things, but I wont have weekends like those above.
I have some friends who are living fantastic, juicy, international lives right now, and normally I would be SO JEALOUS. I would feel that weird pull in my stomach, telling me to GO. I would bemoan my untravelling state and think my life was so boring. For the first time, however, I am feeling like I love this phase of life so much, like I am living plenty juicily right here. I am actually quite satisfied with myself for coming to this conclusion. I feel very mature.
*Oh calm down. I mean “soon” in the grand scheme of things.
