I didn’t realize it had been so long, but turns out I haven’t written a letter to myself since June 19, 2013. My bad. I’ve been busy. I know, that’s not an acceptable excuse, but what can I say? I haven’t been paying attention. I’ll get better.
I didn’t realize it had been so long, but turns out I haven’t written a letter to myself since June 19, 2013. My bad. I’ve been busy. I know, that’s not an acceptable excuse, but what can I say? I haven’t been paying attention. I’ll get better.
A package arrived yesterday. I’ve been eagerly anticipating it’s arrival. Inside there was a book and a pair of socks. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. But this was not just any book, nor just any pair of socks.
It’s a rare thing to have the inn to ourselves – very rare – but the other night I took the opportunity to actually sit in the unusually quiet dining room to work on my weekly breakfast menu planning, bacon & eggs and so much more, while Abi watched the world cup soccer game back in our apartment. It’s true. I admit it. I could care less about watching the world cup soccer games. Am I the only one?
The alarm nudged me out of a deep sleep at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Tuesday, May 27, the last day of what was a practically perfect 8-day whirlwind of joy, laughter and yes, a few tears.
Sardine. At this moment I think I understand the feeling of the proverbial sardine in a can. I am currently somewhere around 30,000 feet trapped in a tin cylinder with about 240 other sardines. The man sitting next to me is probably 6’2” if he’s an inch and although I pity him, practically folded in half in his middle seat, no way am I giving up my aisle seat for anyone.
Washington, DC. Each year when Mother’s Day rolls around I give a little extra thought to my life as a mother; a precious part of my life for which I am boundlessly thankful for the gift of the incredible young man I call my son. Actually, I call him, my son the attorney, because I love the sound of it and I love the way he rolls his eyes when I say it. I never get tired of it. 😉
I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I love that it brings the world to my laptop, but I hate that it’s a constant game of wits with an unseen entity. I’ve been on the warpath of late, with Facebook, in my efforts to keep up with the consistently inconsistent changes and the fact that 95% of my blog’s Facebook page followers never see my posts. I liken it to being in a tennis match with Facebook, only I’m not allowed to have a racket.
Feeling a bit blue about no longer being on the road, I was searching for a quick fix of inspiration and came across this quote:
“Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it – memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.” ~ Tad Williams
I stood on top of a mountain today. If you know me at all you know the impact of that statement and I had the most perfect moment. The surrounding silence of my majestic mountain was stunning and I thought to myself, “Everyone should have the opportunity to stand on top of a mountain at least once in their life.”
There is an age-old saying; money can’t buy happiness. I think I could argue the point. Money bought this and I’m pretty damn happy right about now. Have we been traveling like this for the past eight weeks? Absolutely not. This little slice of paradise is the result of a substantial withdrawal from our points bank, but that’s a story for another post.