Monday I turned 27. As I understand it, that means I’ll be thirty on my next birthday. Also, happy birthday to my tattoo, which turned two that day.
We went camping at Carlsbad on the bluffs overlooking the beach. It was lovely and warm, good food, sleepy fireside chats. A short trip; we came back the next day.
These brief observational sentences are a result of having started this entry fifteen times in the last week and a half.
Packing and organizing continues apace. Not quickly enough, however. I forgot to buy paint for the kitchen. I need to finish packing the curio cabinet. Josh bought a bag with wheels. I bought travel-sized toilet paper.
What the hell is going on here?
In less than seventy two hours, I will be headed to London with Josh. Next weekend, we’ll be on Paros. I almost don’t believe it.