the other day i was headed downtown to the library so i could hook up to the free wifi and get some things done. it was early afternoon, so that means it was early morning on the east coast. just about the time that my mom usually wakes up. i don’t remember who texted whom..
my weekend was everything i hoped it would be. it started off with dinner on the balcony as the sun set and the moon rose. i soaked ernest hemingway’s words into my soul, and just let the weekend unfold as it wanted. little did i know, that it would actually be exactly like hemingway wrote…
you know, september is my favorite month because there’s a lot to love about it. it’s got a little bit of everything: summer, fall, the possibility of really chilly weather, green trees, autumn-colored leaves, blue skies, rainy days, the beginning of a new year (my brain still works on an academic year. hehe.), sweaters, boots,..
oh. my. gosh. i just finished creating the photo journey list for september and not once did i think of the fact that it is september…. my birthday month! i never even considered which word would fall on my birthday. crazy. i’m usually totally aware of these kinds of things. very weird, but perhaps it’s..