So, sometimes I look at my life and miss coffee shops and writing for hours and talking and talking and talking with passionate people and having solitude, and I think this life of being home a lot with a toddler and of my husband being gone a lot at work and just always being responsible for someone else is not exactly what I hoped it would be.
Last night we had friends over. There was a lot going on, everyone talking, the dog pacing. I looked across the room at my brother-in-law and another male friend playing with my kid and my nephew, and their faces were completely joyful, and I just felt relieved. Like, these are good people, and although my life has changed a lot, and I sometimes feel like I’m just waiting around for things to evolve or change, there are times when it all feels okay just the way it is.