joy in simplicity.

I want to write and write, and I wish I had all the time in the world to do so.

I've been house sitting this week, and have three more sleeps left until I can finally be reunited with my own bed for 8 or 9 more nights before we are separated for longer than I would like. I'm grateful that I was thought of for the house sitting job. I just miss my house and my bed. With so little time left here, I feel as though I want to stay for as long as I can.

I didn't expect to feel this way once it got so close to time for me to leave for camp. I expected to feel completely ready to leave, but I don't. I feel a little homesick and I haven't even left yet. I'm hoping that the feeling changes once I am done house sitting, and that I definitely don't carry it with me to Minnesota. I don't remember feeling this way last year. I remember feeling ready, maybe a little bit scared, but not longing to be home as much as I am now. 

 

I feel as though time is not my friend right now. I have too much to do and don't know where to start. I want to hang out with friends, but have so many other things to do that trying to find the perfect day to do so is proving to be extremely difficult. 

I just need to let go of everything and let things pan out however they are supposed to. Here goes nothing...