I'm sure you my dear reader will be sick to death of all my musings on the importance of writing here regularly and the struggle I'm having with it. I want to do good things with my time, and I want to share my thoughts, but I want to do it honestly and in a way that feels like it has purpose.
I haven't needed my outlet here because I've felt so content with life. My first blog was born at a time when I was putting life back together after my divorce and I continued with it because turns out it was fun. And then it became a way for me to feel like I was being heard. Sharing life with someone who gets me so completely has somehow made it all feel less important. But I miss the way writing forced me to see the positive. It helped me put my unfolding story into perspective in a way that I couldn't see without thinking about how I would write it. I still need that. So these posts that I write about writing, or lack of, are as important as the ones that are about actual life I suppose. It's all part of the process.
I'd love to share the letters zipping between Hong Kong and Orem. That would give a real illustration of life right now. I wake up hoping for an email and he does the same. Between the two of, we've been awake all month, keeping things happening 24 hours a day from our respective sides of the planet. Or as the cat might point out, someone is always napping. While I'd rather be together, this missing each other has had it's benefits too. I love writing him, and I love receiving his letters even more.
Tomorrow marks the halfway point and before I know it he'll be home at the end of the month. And with that will come a summer of adventure. I don't think last summer can be beat with almost every memory full of falling in love, but this will be awesome in it's own right. I gave notice at work and instead of hanging around Orem while he does his second internship, I'm going with him to DC. More specifically, we'll be house sitting in Maryland while he is working at the National Gallery of Art.
What will I be doing with myself while he works? I'm looking for internships but I'm being pretty picky about taking on anything that will gobble up my time. I've always always wanted to commit a chunk of time to creative endeavors to see what would happen. Now seems as good of time as any. So the pressure is on! I'm packing a box of canvas and paints and a brand new empty moleskine, as all good adventures require, and I'm excited to see what will happen.
And the road trips! Oh! The road trips! Last year when I got home from Europe I told David my next thing on my wanderlust list was to see the East Coast road trip style. I didn't think it'd happen the very next summer, so lucky lucky me I'll be seeing it with my sweet husband with our bikes strapped to the back of our car with a tent in the trunk.