I’m about to take off on another trip for a bit, and am loving today at home. It’s been sunny and warm here lately. Though that’s typical for July in most parts of the country, it’s abnormal in our little microclimate.
Happily, today has instead felt like summer usually feels on the North Coast. It’s been cool and gray; we even had a bit of rain. I went for a run, took the pups to the beach, baked off some wayward cookie dough, indulged in a sweet little nap, and thought about packing.
I have no doubt that the next couple of weeks of traveling will be memorable and wonderful. But this little taste of summer – the summer that I’ve come to know and love – has made me already excited to return.
It’s a good reminder: though I’m always glad to hop on a flight, I also love my little place in the world.
And the fact that both things are true makes me incredibly fortunate, indeed.
The Wandering Introvert 