On the Last Night

It’s funny how frantic I was last Friday night, getting everything together and organizing it all. And here we are, the night before we leave. I actually thought I’d have more time to write when I was here, to focus on different things and to take some time to reflect on others. But as it turns out, I really didn’t—and that was ok.

Instead, I got to step away from everything and focus on everything else. And in the end, that was a lot better. That was more of what I needed.

We were up super late last night, talking about parenting and having kids and politics and history and a million other things. Tomorrow morning we’re getting up early to do yoga on the beach. Hopefully we wake up.

And in the meantime, we’ll get our stuff together and start to re-organize and pack up…just a lot less frantic this time.