Ah, an absence. When I was a kid, I had diaries that I'd neglect for months at a time. I'd come back and the first thing I would write was some semblance of, "I'm sorry I haven't written for so long!". As though the gold-rimmed pages of my, lockable might I add, diary had noticed my lack of words. Of course you're real people, if you're out there, that is. So let me say, in true to myself form, "I'm sorry I haven't written in so long!"
My reasoning for neglecting my diary back then and for neglecting this blog are of course different. Back then I was probably just doodling somewhere else. I guess I've been doing that - projects, work, etc. - but mostly, life's been swirling itself around me and holding me captive, but in a good way. Garret and I got married this summer. Then we went to Mexico for five days of beautiful honeymoon bliss. We ate, we drank, we relaxed. It was a wonderful slice of beachy beauty. The rest of the summer was also spent traveling - seeing family, continuing to celebrate our newfound status as "married". We had a great marathon of a summer. I'll never forget it, but I also won't try to sum it up in words. It was a whirlwind and I loved it.
September came, which although we were having fun through our travels in August, felt like a bit of a light at the end of a tunnel. There was a notion that once September came, we could come home and settle back into our "normal" life. Normal life - which, incidentally over these two years, has now completely come to mean "Our life in our little sleepy town in VT".
September flew by. Coming off of such a busy summer is like a series of Mondays where you're always pouring another cup of coffee, trying to readjust to mundane. October's here now, and so are cooler temperatures. I finally feel settled in. Garret's in the kitchen cooking up a storm. It's his night to cook dinner. I've been cooking a lot, and two nights ago he said he'd make dinner. Last night he suggested we go out to dinner, which I teased was his way of not having to make dinner. It was all with good intentions and either way, he's now making one of the more elaborate dinners I've seen cooked in our kitchen. Pulled pork from scratch with BBQ sauce from scratch, along with homemade coleslaw and homemade sweet potato chorizo soup. It's a fall schmorgisborg for two. We'll have leftovers for weeks.
I had a lot of work to get through today, both in my stationery shop on Etsy and in my own writing work. I decided to work until 8:30 or so - mostly to settle into the idea that I was definitively not going to play a role in the creation of tonight's dinner (a relief in some form). Somewhere around 6 or 7, when I still had a lot of time to go, I got this buzzy, looking-forward-to-something-autumnal feeling. It was the same feeling I used to get in high school when my friends and I would have plans to go to a football game that night. Hot chocolate, lights, cold, brisk air that cools you enough that you can throw on mittens with your brand new perfect-for-fall sweater. Tonight, though, the buzzy excitement was for this. Dinner being cooked in our kitchen, me typing away on the computer, and Murgy going crazy over a talking dog toy that she can't seem to get to stop talking no matter how much she barks. This is the highschool football games of grownup land, I guess.
I think back then I would have rolled my eyes at the notion of staying in on a Friday, though I don't in my present form roll my eyes at the excitement of football games. They were, indeed, exhilarating. Autumnal. Fun. But so is this. So go the days, I suppose.
Xoxo,
LSH
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