The summer is passing in frenzy now that I am back in Jacksonville. I have been playing catch up on all the things that fell by the wayside while I played hooky from real-life for the past three weeks, things like cleaning and answering mail and sorting out my inbox. I have finally gotten things back to the way I like them, orderly, and I am sitting down to think about the past week of events.
I brought my cousin to Jax for her birthday weekend. She got in my car on Thursday afternoon a 15-year-old and she got out Sunday morning a 16-year-old. We had a weekend full of adventures from a beach day to movie nights and shopping ‘til we literally dropped onto the couch and didn’t move for seven hours.
I had the chance to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in (in one case eight months) a while. There have been dinner dates and lawn chats and beach banter; all the things necessary to make time disappear. And that is precisely what it has been doing. Summer is waning. My routine-filled days are looming ever nearer, and, honestly, for the first time I am not sad about it. I am ready for it, almost looking forward to it. For the first time in a long time I feel settled. Like life is what it should be, and fall is only going to add to its goodness. And that’s a feeling I’d like to hold onto for a while.