Sticky Sweet

It has mostly been packing and re-packing, with a little unpacking in between; the bag from the weekend before still sitting half-full of memories and the dresses I was too lazy to hang away in the rightful spot. It has also been mostly sleepless nights, half-awake commutes, triple cup double shot mornings, late afternoon diet cokes and green teas, sneaking in a nap after the gym sometimes in lieu of the gym. It has been new and exciting and intriguing and inviting; there has been so much laughter it's almost as if I have my own laugh track, like the sitcoms. It has been lost in the rapture, lost in the moment, found in the moment and then lost again. It has been mostly wonderful, humid, sticky, hot and sometimes sweet, thunderstorms late at night, rain when the stars have fallen and my eyes are heavy, when it no longer matter if I forgot my umbrella or am wearing flip flops. It has been a blur of fun, a blur of memories I will never forget, a blur of sunshine and blue skies, of puffy clouds and fresh air; it has definitely been one hell of a summer so far...a summer that is only half over!