I’ve been slacking. I know. It’s been a busy few weeks, though, with me traveling and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I toyed with quitting my job. The idea of spending the summer organizing my basement and making something out of my growing vintage material collection was really taking root. But then I got scared without a backup plan. I’m too keenly aware of how quickly things can change, and I’m not quite ready to dive off into the deep end of faith.

So instead I took a week off work and went to New York to visit Emma. We drove to Montreal for a few days, a place neither of us had been before. Aside from Old Montréal, which looks European, it felt a lot like home. However, it rained most of the time and we didn’t get to all the places we had earmarked ahead of time, so we would go back.

We spent the rest of the week tweaking her apartment, painting a couple furniture pieces, and organizing closets. We also hung out with her friends and I got to rock their new baby to sleep more than once. I stayed through Mother’s Day and then missed my flight Monday morning because the small airport was overloaded with local graduation traffic and I didn’t get through the check in line quickly enough. I figure I got a bonus day where I finished a couple of projects we had started and we ate ice cream for dinner. I just wish Brianna could have joined us.

One thing I like about traveling is getting to read, and I finished a couple of good books. The one by Kate Bowler, a cancer survivor, really resonated with me. Her description of feeling stuck moving forward with life struck a chord. I’m going to check out her other books.

I’m thankful for the break and went back to work feeling less stressed. I’m sure it will eventually get crazy again, but that’s ok. It won’t last forever because I did really like not working…