I didn't mean to take the summer off from writing, but it sort of worked out that way. One chapter ambled into the next as I flitted about the country, or about 6000 miles of it anyway. Now after months of traveling, its time to get back to work. My bags are packed, and I leave for the airport in less than an hour to start my long progression south. I feel a bit like I did as a child when the summer came to a screeching halt, and I begrudgingly put on my uniform to go back to school, where inevitably the first task was to write an essay. So here's mine:
"What I did on my summer vacation" by Carrie
I planted a really big garden, and spent a lot of time lamenting the really big weeds that went with it.
I built a house. Well, I mean, I had help.
I spent some time in Denver, mostly jumping through hoops for this crazy job I have, but also spending time with favorite people, going to a ball game, biking around the city, and eating tuna tartare and wine for breakfast at the art museum. Clearly I was too busy to take a single picture.
I went kayaking in the Apostle Islands in Lake Superior.
I took my niece and nephew (and sometimes their parents came too!) on little adventures to the park and the zoo and the beach.
But alas, now my bags are packed and waiting by the door. It was a good summer, but now its time to get back to work.
