Sitting here this sunny morning with my cup of coffee (well, it's actually two cups. Putting it in a giant mug makes me feel better about my "cup" of morning coffee). Feeling a little contemplative.
Today I am going home after a lovely summer break with my family. In some ways, I am a little sad to leave. I've enjoyed being apart of my brothers and parents daily lives. The weather has been perfect, and the mountain views are spectacular here in Appalachia. But I am very ready to be home. I've missed David- two weeks has been the longest we have been apart since we married, and it's felt even longer on some days. Due to a change in his research schedule, he had to miss spending our anniversary together, which made me pretty sad, and a little pissed off. But the day was exciting despite a lack of celebrating our anniversary, because my tiny new niece, Claire Elizabeth, was born in the wee hours of the morning!
Through a random correlation, I will be able to catch a ride with David's sister, who is passing through Tennessee (She attends medical school in WV). Two very excited aunts will be road tripping to visit the newest family member. And since I cannot drive stick shift, I will be happily knitting in the passenger seat. Perfect.
As I am gathering all the items that have been strewn about the house by the littles, and searching for any things that the "Borrowers" might have hidden, I am also washing all of my dirty clothes. It's my little traveling ritual. On the last day of my trip, all of our clothes are washed, dried and folded neatly to be unpacked straight back into the drawers and closets that they came from.
It takes away the overwhelming feeling of being "behind" when I get back home.
"See" you when I get back to the farmhouse. Happy weekend!
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