Summer summer summer is almost over.
I have approximately 22 days until I move to Logan for the last time. Ever. Tears have been shed in that fact's behalf. Not the moving back part... the "last time" part. Bittersweet it will be. I'd rather not talk about it actually... I get a nervous tummy.
I tend to get a nervous tummy a lot lately. Probably has to do with fact that a certain missionary gets home NEXT month. 48 days. 7 weeks. I probably won't make it. At least as semi functional and sane human being.
It's just a weird feeling. Everyone I talk to always asks if I'm excited for Keaton to get home. What am I supposed to say to that? Obvs I'm excited. But there are a lot of other emotions that go along with it. Yuck, another nervous tummy. Moving on...
I need a vacation.
Too bad I work my life away these days. Ok, not "too bad". I love my job. It has stolen my summer so the negative feelings tend to surface when I think about it too much. Then I receive a paycheck and I'm all smiles.
If you follow my blog, it's safe enough to say you follow me on the gram and we probs stalk eachother on the book from time to time. So I feel no need to add any photos to this post.
Also, because I am on my phone, it never works the way I want it, so another strike against adding photos. Sorry Charlie.
That's my life. As mundane and redundant each day might seem, I'm still finding the good moments and collecting them for safe keeping. It's a good life I live, I tell ya. And I'm grateful for it.
Here's to staying up on the blog. Maybs.
Xoxo
Chan
