No paragraphs today.
Here's the view from my window.
When my dad picked me up at the airport last night, he said I looked like a gypsy in my funny little hat. I liked the sound of that.
Gypsy = free spirit--the dictionary says so. It's also means traveler. Or someone who doesn't necessarily fit in anywhere. Or who is able to fit in everywhere.
I feel all those things.
This hat makes me happy. Can you tell? Even I like my face in these pics.
It was a gift from a friend. And another friend helped me confirm the choice. And I always want hats, but don't think of myself as a likely hat-wearer.
I think I think those people are braver than me. With more interesting personalities.
But this hat fits. In all the ways. It was like Harry and his wand. I just knew.
Anyway, I'm back at Mom and Pop's. After stops in Utah and California. When I get home, it will be a 5180 mile trip in air miles, as calculated on this cool website I just found.
Evan is currently ~5561 air miles from me. New Zealand is ~6937.
Just some perspective.
Utah was delightful.
Because of friends, temples, family, and mountains.
Because of more friends, sushi, yarn, a great bookstore in Mountain View, and the fact that I met my goal for Instagram followers on the business account I manage.
Mom hasn't been well, so I came, but she's better now.
A double-shot of lung problems laid her low for a while, but a sharp nurse practitioner was on the job and dispensed the levaquin.
I'm a fan. Of the CNP and the antibiotics. And mom's healing lungs.
When I arrived last night, I was relieved to see that she looks okay.
Time to go pick some oranges.
And take a nap.
Just checking in.