Life has been moving at 90mph lately, and with some minor stress mixed in, it feels like we are doing all we can to stay afloat. Yes, I know I’ve neglected this blog, but I am hoping a post mostly full of pictures will hold you over. My motivation for writing is zilch, yet I have 4.5 writing deadlines looming over my head. It’ll come back, just give me a moment.
We took a six-day trip to visit Justin’s dad and stepmom in Florida, part of the time with J’s siblings. When we visit my family in NJ/CT and Justin’s family in Denver, we intentionally have a trillion things on our agenda. Denver is “our primary residence,” so it feels like our trips to Denver are a serious dose of reality and adulting. I now associate Denver with anxiety—self-induced—but present nonetheless. As for NJ, we just always have a million friends and family to cram in and see. Never enough time.
Our Florida trip was the complete opposite. We visited and relaxed. Novel concept.