I’m getting ready to spend 12 days in the woods, 4 days in another state, and drive x-country for five days only to return for a two-day briefing and then spend 7 more days in the woods.
And I still haven’t packed.
Honestly, I think I’ve gotten a little more laid back over the years. Which is a good thing. I’ve done so much traveling, spent countless hours in airports, and dealt with so many knuckleheads not a lot phases me anymore. I mean, if I can walk a middle school boy through the importance of pooping in a hole I can do just about anything. I’m growing up.
I’m meeting up with a bunch of friends this week. The friend I saw today I hadn’t seen since she graduated high school with my brother 11 years ago. I’m seeing a friend/former co-worker/mother figure tomorrow, and I’m super excited. I get to go back to Pike Place market and eat some yummy food.
I really am happy out here. Life is not without its trials, but my entire life has prepared me for this summer and if I were any happier I’m pretty sure my face would fall off.