(A PS at the beginning. Dave mentioned that he thinks I should post more photos. I will. I was thinking of going
Ireland 3, Trip 12
This was a bullet point, but I made it into an introduction. I was sad for a minute, then wasn’t, and in
Day Two, Ireland: Warning Signs
At the end of everyday I claim that I am beat. Today is no different. Yesterday we decided to cancel our Galway
Ireland Day 1. We are hilariously tired.
Do you hear my son whine-breathing? It has been a long day, which ended on an especially high note. Thank you,
Day Nine in York, England, Old York, That Is
I think we have settled in to this here vacation. Tomorrow we fly to Ireland. Ahoy! Last Day of Bullets in England.
England and Ireland, Day 8: And then there was Doris.
I really need some sleep. My laptop screen is glaring in Eli’s trying-to-sleep eyes. He is patiently trying to sleep as I
England & Ireland, Day 7: Let it Go!
Traveling is an interesting bag. In many ways it feels like running a marathon. It’s uncomfortable, it is inconvenient, and traffic
England Day Six: Phoning it In and Hoping Even My Bullets Make Sense
A better day It’s raining I was up a 6:30. My shameless breakfast. (I can’t even remember why I thought it was
England: Day Five and it Almost Broke Us
What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, or something like that. Here is where the trip changes from London to England/Ireland Of
London Day Four: Milking the London Pass
May I start off this post by saying that when I read my notes at the end of the day I am
London Day Three: “I’m Henry the Eighth I am. Henry the Eighth, I am I am.”
Notes on Today, (because these here notes are working for me). See, I make notes during the day and post them here
London, Day Two: Look Right
Ok so Dave and the boys are sleeping after a very long day. I am slightly neurotic about keeping my made-while-extremely-jet-lagged
London Day One: the obvious title
Disclaimer: I promise to edit this again after I get a good night’s sleep. Cross your fingers that it is tonight.
Keeping My Moments Here is the Best I Can Do
I have journals scattered to the four corners, online and offline; handwritten words that are letter-dotted with twelve-year-old-girl-bubble hearts, dramatic monologues
Thoughts while taking a shower: comparing, body image, Anorexia
It is so dumb. I stood in the shower, and in that moment away from everything, what snuck into my relaxed brain
Our Crazy Kind of Love
Dave’s full-time, every single week San Francisco commute is wearing thin on all of us. We are away more than together.