Thursday, July 19, 2012

Mosquito Bites

Well. I think it's probably been long enough. I've been home about two months now. It's not that I didn't want to write. I just didn't really know what to say. There is SO much to say! I didn't know where to start. And that intimidated me. 

But. The other night I had a good talk with my dear, dear mother. We sat on our trampoline frame (because the nasty insurance people made us take off the actual trampoline while I was on my mission because we didn't have a net around it... still kind of bugged about that one. We haven't had any real injuries in 18 years! [just a sprain, sorry Erica] We don't need a net.) ANYway, my mom and me. During the twilight hour. Sitting by our beautiful garden and talking. About life. We laughed, we cried, our feet got bit by mosquitoes. And for some reason, I have no idea what it could be, I thought of my blog! Isn't that crazy? Well, I was thinking about a lot of things... I mean, we were discussing LIFE! I was thinking about Virginia and how wonderful it is and how much I miss it! I thought about how the mosquitoes ate me right up last year in the humid Virginia summer evenings. And I thought about how writing is good for my soul, but I haven't written here or in my journal or anywhere really since about three weeks before I came home because of certain events that took place that I didn't want to write about/deal with. But I need to deal with them! I need to write! Writing keeps me (more) rational and helps me process. It keeps my mind going. And a blog is such a nice place to write!

So. For all you out there....Michelle, I'm back. And I'm happy! I will post about Virginia. There is lots to tell. It was the best. And things since I've been home have been pretty darn good! A lot of good things have happened. I will post about Kate's wedding. And I am looking forward to what is going to come. School starts in just over a month! I am both nervous and excited to go back.

Real life. 

I just watched The Truman Show with my little brother and my dad. I love that movie. And without even knowing it, it was exactly what I needed. Thanks, Truman! 


Can you imagine that feeling?