Steve and I have been traveling way too much lately.
- Hendersonville, Tennessee, and the Smokies in May
- Tennessee for funeral in June
- Tennessee for bridal shower (Just me)
- Tennessee to visit high school friends in July (just me)
- Tennessee for niece’s wedding (Gorgeous!) in August
- Viking River Cruise to Czech Republic, Germany, Austria, and Hungary in August/September
- Chicago in September (on the Megabus, using Uber to get there, and highly recommend both)
- Chattanooga for a wedding in October
- North Carolina to visit friends in October
- Smokies with the whole family in October
- Holland, Michigan, in October, coming home via Fair Oaks Farm (great tour!) and Lafayette to see the Special Ks
See what I mean. I begin to feel like Dorothy, that I need to say “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home,” to see if I can get back there. And of course when we are home we are busy here and there.
An upside to this is that Steve and I have lots of time together. (The downside to this is that Steve and I have lots of time together–just kidding!) We get to share and laugh and enjoy each other. We’re closer than ever in our marriage because we actually have time for each other.
But meanwhile, how do I keep up with the accumulating clutter in my house? Where do I get time to file or shred or read what I’ve set aside in a rush? When can I call to check on people or write notes of encouragement? Well, the last two can be done in the car, I guess, but my handwriting is bad enough as it is, without writing in a moving vehicle. And I think it’s awkward to have a personal conversation with someone else in the car, so I limit that.
But wait! Why am I blogging when I have another hour at home before we leave for Indiana? I’d better get busy catching up!