It's approaching midnight the night before my 30th birthday. Today, I slept in until 10:30. Had butternut squash Ginger soup for breakfast, ate lunch at Pepino's then got a Pumpkin Latte at Peet's with Kate before going to work and more than tripling the day's sales in my four hour shift. I came home to the smell of dinner already made: pesto pasta with spicy turkey sausage and steamed broccoli & a glass of red wine which was followed with a cookie for dessert, earl grey shortbread from a local shop. It's been a good day.
As good as the day has been, I've felt a little overwhelmed. I miss my family. I wish my siblings and mother would call. I feel like my grandparents are the only ones I talk to on a regular basis except for my dad and he's only 2 hours away from me. I miss my friends in Salt Lake. Everyone seems so busy and caught up in their own lives, I wonder if I'm even missed.
I leave for Texas in 7 days and as excited as I am, I've got so much going on I can hardly keep it all organized. Tomorrow: birthday happy hour with whomever shows up. Wednesday: date at Museum of Contemporary Craft to see Nikki McClure exhibit & cleaning shift. Thursday: pack for Texas and get stuff here organized, and possibly another date TBD. Friday: work & anticipate Jerry's arrival for the weekend. Then S&S: work/explore with Jerry/clean up at home. And then it's Monday and go time. For someone who regularly feels like her schedule isn't eventful enough, I sure have packed it this week.
And now... It's midnight. Happy birthday to me.