I was thinking last night that I don't write here often because I haven't figured out the point. I feel a bit pathetic simply putting out my own quiet life without any point to my ramblings. So, I'm thinking of my angle. However, until it comes to me:
I didn't leave the house yesterday. No, I didn't even step outside the house. I was productive - cleaning and writing and reading and knitting. Last night I picked up a knitting project I've had languishing for months. I picked this project up (good German construction there) because I want to take the sweater it will become with me on my trip.
I shall be buying my plane ticket Monday. Into Amsterdam, out of London Gatwick. Later next week I shall buy the rail passes. So much money just to get around. At least I can save money on sleeping and eating places. Grocery stores and hostels and cheap B&B, oh my.
I went with my mom to her hair appointment this afternoon. Lunch afterwards. Always a lovely day when we do this. It is enjoyable to watch her stylist work and to watch his animated face during their conversation. He's a cutie pie.
I'll be an adult this month. Thirty doesn't feel like an adult age, but thirty-one... I'm glad to be leaving 30 beind. It was a good year in many respects, but 31 will be better. As I've said before, spikey years are good to me. 21, 24, 27. 31 will be good. Hell, at least it will start off well. Leaving a job I no longer enjoy and jetting across the pond for some fun in cold, wet, cloudy lands? Oh, yeah.
Oh, and tatto pictures coming soon. I promise. I am a slow healer and she's still a little pink - a misleading pink, not unattractive, but not the real Alice. She's so beautiful.
1 comment:
i'd have to say, that even with the struggles in the last year, 31 has been wonderful. i have no doubt that it will be the same for you (wonderful, not full of struggles). an early happy birthday to you!
and! i am just dying to see the tatto. alice, hurry up already!
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