Allowing Myself

…to feel, to love, to be.

Tag: flying

Flew to Boston yesterday. Flight was on time, middle seat was open, window view was spectacular, headphone jack and TV channels worked. Watched Guardians Of The Galaxy for free. Drank tons of water and my lips are still completely chapped. Headache once I was back down on Earth, but the flight was as good as it could be.

Working this week Tuesday-Thursday in Boston – packed schedule.

Went from a back-country overnight camping trip in Joshua Tree, to being up in the clouds, to urban busyness.

Life is so odd sometimes.

I want to share our Halloween with you, the JTree trip and seeing Jimmy Eat World again – but the weekend was so packed, I didn’t get much sleep. And being on a 3-hours-ahead time zone can really wreck a person… so I’ll check in and tell those stories to you soon.

In the meantime, I love listening to Joni Mitchell’s album Blue when I’m flying.

“Sometimes I think love is just mythical”

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day 7: skyline

Up at 5am EDT for a shower and another stop at Wawa before we headed to the airport. Crazily enough, 13 hours later, I am back in Los Angeles, sitting at my kitchen table, writing this.

We came home to our apartment cleaned and flowers on the table thanks to my AWESOME sister. The pup is very tired, and may be sick. We walked him, ate burritos, and food shopped. Laundry is in the dryer. We still have to unpack. H is napping before grad school tonight and I’m trying my best to get organized and run with the energy this little break gave me, while trying to avoid a nap myself.

Just made a list of everyone’s birthdays. I want to get better at sending snail mail…

Vacation (and the Sun in Virgo) makes me want to get better about everything family and household related, down to the tiniest details.

Guess we’ll see how long that lasts.