this is a warning shot, your final call.

haven't been feeling compelled to write these days. guess my brain is giving me a break. i'm preoccupied with other things. i had a steady weekend. i had a domesticated weekend. i had a great weekend. i had the surrogate grandparents over after church and we ate steak and guinness pie and birthday cake. the surrogate grandpa's birthday is today and mine's tomorrow. they bought me flowers. so, so nice. can't wait to entertain again in my little cottage. i love this little cottage.

changing gears. i'm coming home. for a visit. a short visit. it's funny how your perspective changes, your mood lifts when you know there's a plane ride waiting for you. it sounds a little desperate i suppose as it gives you something to work towards and if i can just make it til then...everything will be much better. it's not as dramatic as it sounds. we are certainly not in a similar position as we were back in april/may/june of last year. remember those phone calls, dad? remember when i was confused, homesick and angry? i've walked that road. that part of the journey was to be expected, no matter how long i tried to avoid it. why do we avoid things? we should just let them come, feel them, have our cry and move on. far more healthier.

oh, and i bought this on the weekend. it was a profound moment. usually it's the other way around.

oh, and another happy birthday goes out to the photographer. you're an awesome person and a lovely friend. love you!