When we got to Seattle, the first day was rainy and cold, but the next few days, especially last Friday and Saturday, it was clear blue skies and lots of sun. Sunday was rainy, and we left early Monday morning, and it was rainy in Atlanta, all the way back home.
But the next day home was bright and sunny, as is today.
Now, if only I could transplant some of that sunshine and feed it to my soul.
My relationship with my husband is great and dandy, but I miss having friends, and goals to accomplish, and places to be, and things to do.
I’ve always wanted adventure in that great wide somewhere. I hope that this is just a small obstacle in achieving it.