To be where I’ve been in my head for the past few months, trying to figure out what the next right thing is, is entirely a blessing.
They said it couldn’t be done. They said it shouldn’t be done. And yet, I had a hunch there was some way I could turn this giant bag of Maseca into something other than tortillas and tamales.
I’ve lived in Raleigh for 2 weeks now and already I’ve encountered spiders the size of my kid’s fist, used a jug of vinegar cleaning mildew, and washed poopy crib sheets in the tub. That said, I love Raleigh and yes, I have counted the ways. 10 of ’em, to be exact.
I’m taking a break from my usual blogging here (you know, because I do it so OFTEN and all.) to chronicle my summer over at Six Week Sabbatical. See you in the fall! Stay sweet. Don’t change. LYLAS.
This morning was my last commute into the Financial District. More poignant than that, it’s most likely my last morning commute into an office ever in the city of Boston. Funny that such a small daily journey can mean so much after all.