Monthly Archives: June 2012

I’ll admit it.  I’ve had separation anxiety from my blog.  I’ve missed writing for the sake of writing which is quite odd because not only have I never considered myself a writer, up until I started this blog I frankly didn’t even enjoy writing.  Like everything else in life that is a pleasure, hobby, or favored past time, updating my blog has become yet another ‘thing’ that is pushed to the side, behind work, life, work, and other seemingly more important things.  Why is it that the older we get, the more intentional we have to be to make time for the things that truly make us happy?  What does that say about our priorities?  Or mine?  [Scary thought]

**Note that I am mainly speaking of time with family, friends, etc.  No one worry, my blog does not make me that happy.  Mental sanity is still in check.  I think.**

Two days ago, we returned home from a much needed vacation.  The vacation was well deserved.  The trip itself was not.  We are thankful, lucky young people.  Thankful and lucky that my parents wanted us along on their trip to France which is why I say that while we’ve worked hard to earn our days off from our day to day life, but we did nothing to deserve my parents’ graciousness.  (Other than just being really amazing people and a lot of fun to be around.  Totally kidding.  Sort of.) 🙂

I took 712 pictures while we were gone.  712 pictures in 7 days.  You do the math.

We are on the homeward stretch towards 4-5 months of amazingly beautiful weather here in the Pacific Northwest.  I cannot wait.  I can honestly say that I was so happy to be home after our trip.  The scariest part of that sentence is the word fourth from the end.  Home.  Yikes.  It has almost been a year since we left our beloved Texas but I am so thankful to be here, home, in Portland.  I cannot imagine my life without the people we have met in just a short time.  I’m a planner.  If you’ve ever been around me for more than three and a half minutes, you know this.  I am working and praying hard for this part of me to subside (unrealistic) become less of my innate nature.  As hard as it is for me to admit, I don’t know what another year ahead holds and I want to enjoy my time here, however long it may be, because I know without a shadow of a doubt I will miss it beyond measure when we’re gone.

I am done with this stream of consciousness post, and because I get sad when I read blogs that don’t have pictures, I’m apologizing because I did just that.

Au revoir!