This past weekend we went up to the mountains.
(It’s been awhile since our last trip.)
The mountains of Washington are just about my favorite place in the whole world.
Being up there helped me to remember why it’s nice to be alive.
These days, the days seem really long (especially since the switch in daylight savings time). And can I say, hard.
I get tired. Burned out may be a better way to describe it. I have my moments during the day where I wonder where my life has gone. It seems to be one long lonely road of taking care of kids. I don’t want you to think motherhood itself is this way. It’s just my certain set of current circumstances–temporary single mom, living in my parent’s basement, no roots or social network really, aside from family. Nearly all of our belongings are packed up in a storage unit far away. If I were Catholic, I might think this is what purgatory must feel like.
Just a few weeks until I go to D.C. to visit Joseph & just a few weeks after that until we move to Texas & finally get settled into a place of our own, a routine & life of our own. I feel like I’ve been living in limbo for the past 2 years, so much uncertainty for so long. I’m looking forward to a bit more stability.
We stayed in a cabin next to lake, with cousins & grandparents.
Ate some of these.
Went canoeing & did some hiking around.
Just being outside, surrounded by unadulterated nature–there’s something very calming about that.
Ahhh.
Life is better when much of it is spent away from a computer, out of doors.
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Do you do any form of “nature therapy”?
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