I had an incredible, much needed girls' weekend last week. Sometimes a girl just needs to spill her secrets while sitting on the edge of the Hampton Inn Pool under moon of the hot Grand Junction night.
The countdown to moving day is somewhat official. It's exciting and terrifying all at the same time. The neighborhood I used to love so much isn't what it used to be. Finally I feel okay about moving on. In fact, probably legitimately excited to move on.
Summer is the worst. Bring on the crisp Autumn air and leaves crunching under my boots.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDEzRraYgA8 (To California Dreaming)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cG-Qjyk6wrw This gave me tears. I can't stop crying during this convention. I was starting to wonder if I would see a serious woman candidate for president in my lifetime. I am truly inspired and so thankful to be alive for this moment in history. And recognize its significance. And before my 30th birthday. I've never been more proud to be an American. Love her or hate her she has led an incredible life. For every boy who told childhood me I couldn't do something because I was a girl. This moment is for you. In fact, those taunts are probably what caused my militant feminism in adulthood. Because fuck that shit. It also drives my desire to be successful in a male dominated field.
Andrew was promoted to a position that requires he work longer days. I knew not having much alone time was causing some frustration for me but getting that solitude back has been so incredibly gratifying.
At the rate that I write these days I will likely have moved the next time I check in. I hope future me is still elated that she is in her beautiful new home that she has and will continue to work hard to purchase.
Life is good.
