In the past 30 days time, I have:
…traveled to Nebraska, Colorado, and Puerto Rico.
…celebrated two graduations, two weddings, two baptisms, two birthdays, one wedding anniversary, one ordination anniversary, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
…read The Hobbit (for the first time! so good) and also watched The Hobbit Parts I&II (side note: these stink); alternatively titled “There and Back Again,” which conveniently sums up my past month.
As beautiful and celebratory and privileged these travels have been, I’m antsy to be home. I’m noticing myself desiring normalcy, routine, structure. I’m excited to grocery shop for more than a day or two at a time, to wake up in our bed more than a few days in a row, and to feel grounded in our space together. I’m grateful to come home with the blessings of having these celebrations and travels. J. starts his new job this week, which will make our days a bit more predictable. Right now, that feels welcome.
“…said Bilbo, as he turned his back on his adventure. The Tookish part was getting very tired, and the Baggins was daily getting stronger. ‘I wish now only to be in my own arm-chair!’ he said.”