August was actually a really good month. I mean a GREAT month.
Everything about it was awesome.
Now that we went to Chicago....and we're back... I woke up this morning with the blues.
For a number of reasons.
One, my husband isn't here. He went back to work.
Two, it's September. Which means...football season kicks in...cold weather....and my husband has to work harder and longer hours.
Three, the summer is over.
I hate this feeling. I'm so bad at pushing them aside and not letting it bother me.
The last time the blues came.. my mom came for a visit. And I pushed those blues away.
We rearranged our house. It made me smile. I loved having a new look.
I can't help but sit here... while Boston is still sleeping...and Matt's gone to work..and just want to cry.
Chicago was great. We didn't stop running. I went downtown twice...and all over the countryside. I can't believe we've been in Philly for 3 years. I can't believe I lived in Chicago for 5 years. When I was there...it felt like I just left yesterday. The feelings I had remembering and seeing all the things I use to love and enjoy.
I drove down Lakeshore Drive and Boston shouts from the backseat 'Look at the boats, mommy!' And as I turn my head to see him smiling I got chills. The thought that some of the best years of my life was in that city...and he wasn't even a blip on my radar. He has no clue how awesome Chicago is.
He's a Philly kid.
Same with our dog, Rocky. All he knows is Philly too.
I can't help but wonder if I'd be a happier person if we ever moved back. I don't know, you know? I know I'd love to be closer to family....but yet...doesn't it always seem that the grass is greener on the other side?
Yesterday, at the airport in Chicago we had breakfast and I left our great camera..the Nikon... at the table where we sat. I didn't realize it until we were on the plane. Yep. We left it. But the good news? Matt texted his mom and she called the restaurant and they had it!!! They are fed-exing it to us in Philly.
There is good in the world.
Ew. I smell like maple syrup. (I put Boston's left over pancakes in my bag...and they spilled all over yesterday. And for some reason... I smell like syrup today. Nice.)