Steve and I were reminiscing about our Europe trip last year, so we brought up the blog to fill in the memory gaps. And I realized that I haven't touched this thing in almost three months.
This time last year, I was blogging every other day to fill everyone in on the goings-on of life out of a backpack. I was constantly behind on blogging because I had too much to do and not enough time to type it all up. And now?
*sigh*
That's not to say that we haven't been enjoying ourselves here. Work is going well and we're having a lot of fun coaching a youth girls soccer team and occasionally we find ourselves on stage at karaoke night at The Red Lion. The area is beautiful, even if it is lacking in culture. Steve brews beer with my dad sometimes, and so far everything has turned out pretty good. We celebrated Steve's birthday with a keg of beer, home-made carrot cake (made by yours truly), and lots of good friends. [A step up, perhaps, from shoveling manure on a farm like last year?] We are healthy and getting fitter by the day (at least Steve is); our apt definitely has a sense of "us" in it, even if it is a bit messy sometimes [or a lot messy a lot of the time]; and we have a trip out to New Orleans coming up soon. Not much to complain about, right?
Life has been treating us well. But I miss laying around on secluded beach coves and exploring the city's massive farmer's markets and spending every minute with my husband. I even miss playing charades with the waiters at restaurants and having only a few outfits to choose from - it definitely made getting dressed in the morning a lot easier.
More details on life these days later - right now I plan on dreaming of future adventures over a glass of wine.
