Returning to Reality

Do you ever feel like something never actually happened even though it has? It's like you know it did, you know you experienced, you know it changed you, and you'll never be the same because of it, but it feels like it was a dream or hasn't happened yet because although you are different now, everything around you is still the same. One's perspective is ever-evolving. It's a very ponderable state.

After a beautiful wedding, two weeks fabulously traipsing around a small piece of brilliant Europe, and two weeks visiting family and chasing around a highly rambunctious 20-month old, I have moved myself and my ragged suitcase back to the apartment. Miraculously, the laundry has been done and most everything has been put away!

My two weeks in PA were my "stay-cation" after my "vacation". haha! A bit of rest, a little relaxation, continuing to kick my little sister's butt at Scrabble, watching movies, Dad's birthday celebration, gaining back the few pounds I lost on my trip (go figure!), enough Handy Manny to last a lifetime, witnessing the beginning stages of Xander's potty-training (oy vey!), and shear exhaustion chasing the bugger around! He's a quick little imp! haha!

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We also had a bonfire one evening. Roasting marshmallows, shooting the breeze, stargazing, drinking beer, Xander climbing everywhere and chasing the fireflies, and Jessi trying to convince me I should pee outside rather than walk the 50 feet to the house. (Needless to say, she didn't succeed, and I narrowly escaped the relentless tackling that preceded my sprint to the house. haha!)

Now, it is actually back to reality for real. What comes next? Absolutely not a clue. Am I going to be happy with the next year of my life? Don't really know for sure. Am I going to miss Europe? Well, duh! That's probably the only thing I know. Well, that and the fact that I'll continue singing. (Seriously, though, there's certainly worse I could do than spend another year studying with Lynn and living in an apartment with a terrace perfectly meant for occasional evening of sipping wine and late-night dinners with close friends. hehe!) But I suppose that 's part of the adventure of life...never knowing. Somehow, the organizational part of my brain finds that extremely annoying...