I think we've finally turned a corner toward a more mellow life for awhile. Truth be told, I'm all ready for boring routine.
It's kind of weird to think about some of my friends who have essentially lived in the same place with the same jobs for a decade or more. A part of me thinks, "How can they stand that?" I wonder if they ever wonder if they're missing out on something. They seem perfectly happy though, so who am I to judge?
So here we are, in a house we don't have to leave, and I'm starting a non-contract job. Simon will be enrolled in school again in the fall. Basically we have some kind of routine that we would really like to maintain for awhile. That feels good, but also slightly horrifying for some reason. Maybe because when you're swimming through chaos, there's always some destination in mind. That's less true when you have some kind of long-term routine.
I don't think I have a point, but living in the moment has been hard at times, despite having a lot of amazing adventures. Coming up on the anniversary of our move, I'm being all reflective and stuff. I could really go for a boring year.