Sunny Saturday

We're enjoying a sleepy, sunny, Saturday here in Texas today. After some wild weather including hail and 50 mph winds this week, this blue-sky 70 degree day is perfection. I went to AquaFit, tackled a little homework, did some house cleaning (open windows and ash from the wild fires blown in by those 50 mph winds require some dusting!), and napped for a bit. As you can see from the picture, Jack is in his favorite spot. Since the weather is nice, when I'm home I open the sliding glass doors to the balcony and he just curls up there and is content for hours. Kate is napping on the window sill in the bedroom.

I am counting down the days til my cruise! My friend Karina and I are headed out on a Bahamas cruise in May. I am so excited and in desperate need of a vacation. Six weeks after I get back from Miami/the crusie, it's off for a long weekend home. I haven't been home since October, so I am super excited about the visit. I've been missing home a lot lately and have been pondering what my next move will be when I'm ready to move on from Texas. I've loved these last four and a half years in the South. I've met some amazing people who I hope to keep in touch with for a long time. I've worked for some great people who have taught me a lot about the professional that I want to be. I've enjoyed the weather and the snowless winters (for the most part). None of them are home though and my mother will probably do a dance in the street when I say this, but I think I'm ready to go home.

I don't know what sparked my wanderlust. I'm going to assume it's from my dad. I have a sneaking suspicion that if he had had the opportunity once upon a time, he would have had a similar life to mine. Not the job per se - I can't picture my dad sitting still long enough to do what I do - but the trying new cities, seeing what fits, and then trying something new. I've lived in nine states. I think the wanderlust is ebbing. Especially since I live in one of the most vibrant parts of the country. I don't know if I'd go back to Rhode Island, but I'd definitely live in Boston or outside the city somewhere. In a heartbeat. Close enough that I can go home whenever I want. I miss my family. My immediate family yes, but you're talking to a girl who was raised on Sunday dinners at grandma's with my extended family. We don't do that anymore, but I've missed more get-togethers with them over the past four years than I'd care to admit or wish that I hadn't. So it's kind of simple really. Home is where the heart is and my heart is about 1800 miles away.