It’s officially a pattern: We come back to the states for the summer and the blog lays dormant. There are remedies for this, of course, but none that I’ve used with any success.
But it’s part circumstances (having a full schedule and trying to knock out lots of tasks that can only be accomplished stateside) and part personal choice. Because for now, I see my friends and family in the flesh only once or twice a year. And I can’t help but squeeze in every last second I can with them while I’m here.
Last weekend our schedule slowed to a much needed crawl as we headed out to the country for a few days to celebrate our anniversary. Anniversaries, actually. Thirteen years ago this month, some of our closest friends in the universe married the week before we did. Our lives have intertwined more deeply in the years since, and we try to celebrate our years together whenever possible.
This year we did that by escaping the buzz and heading out into the quiet.
I’m not sure when I last let days and evenings blur by way of books and long conversations, but this weekend of birds and beer and friends and floating and a few shockingly fantastic meteors was a homecoming for the soul.
Here’s to 13 years, peeps.