Recently, I traveled to San Francisco for work to attend a (fantastic) writing workshop. And I was reminded of something: I love to travel by myself. I kept my hotel room, which overlooked the bay, ridiculously tidy just because I could. When I needed to be somewhere I could get ready leisurely but arrive in plenty of time. At home I'm so accustomed to the long list of tasks that must be negotiated and completed before we leave. To suddenly only worry about myself felt laughably simple. I also find being in an unfamiliar place slightly disorienting in a pleasing...
My spending in July was awesome. Although I think this is partly because in July we had a 10 day trip to Austin and when we travel we lump everything into "travel" expenses.
The light shifts ever so slightly after the summer solstice and I find myself welcoming the darkness inching into our evenings; slowly, slowly. Last weekend we went to Canyon Lake with friends (our first time there) and it felt a bit like a summer send off. We've gone swimming so much this summer!