I used to title every blog post the name of the song I was listening to when I started it. So, in honor of nostalgia, it's Junip to receive that honor today. Junip is ridiculously wonderful. Watch this video. And only after, watch this video.
It's March 1st, and it's snowing, a blowing wash of flakes, again. A few months ago I heard that the day of the month on which the first snow falls is the number of snows we will have during the season. It was the 18th of November. I haven't counted, but I don't doubt that this is the 18th snow of winter. Welcome back, Kansas says. You love snow, Kansas reminds me. You wanted extremes, right?
Right.
It's snowing, and I'm watching it from my fifth floor office in the First National Bank downtown. I don't often spend my Saturday evenings in the office, but tomorrow is a grant awards ceremony, and there were programs to design and print. Have I mentioned how amazing my job is? Come back home, Kansas told me last year, your dreams will come true.
True.
Meanwhile, I'm dreaming of Australia, of our honeymoon this summer, of visiting my grandmother's hometown, of meeting Aussie family, of scubadiving in the Great Barrier Reef, of hugging koalas. I'm dreaming of a new stove so I can bake again, of a kitchen renovation, of a fenced-in backyard for Jack and Scooter to run and play. I'm dreaming of being debt free (by December 2014!), of saving for a family and retirement and renovations, of feeling caught up and even ahead for the first time since leaving home at twenty. You're building a beautiful life here, Kansas tells me in the wind, the snow, the sunset, surrounded by people you love.
So much love.
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