Best laid plans.

'Like the warming of a room or the coming of daylight. When you first notice them they have already been going on for sometime.' CS Lewis


That's how I feel this change in me has happened. It started slowly and now it just is. Let me tell you about my friend Katharine. She is a delight. She is the one saying Y'all, that's my favorite song! always. She is the one dancing when her favorite song (which is every single one of them) comes on. She is the one who is down for anything, and when you're around her you find yourself loving all kinds of music, dancing on the sidewalk or in line at the coffeeshop, and jumping at the chance for anything. 

Last night I met Katharine with every intention to go to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum for some deep thought and probably some wine. On the walk there she mentioned that The Temper Trap was playing at the House of Blues and next thing we were walking by the Gardner on our way to HOB. A Tasty Burger later, we stood in the smoky light waiting for the show. I would never have gone to see this band if it wasn't for Katharine, and I'm so glad I did. The best part, aside from the band's dance moves and serious belting capabilities, was a five minute solo where the singer poured water on his snare drum and played like he was in the Blue Man Group. I was giddy for the rest of the night. 

Today I've already made biscuits and wondered, "Is it really only [insert time here]?" several times. Mike and I have an agreement to nap later. Katharine and I are going to the Gardner next Thursday. 

T-12 hours.

I'm a planner. I enjoy saying things like, "We should go camping!" or "Let's have a dinner party!" or "We should get a big group together and go climb a mountain somewhere." Then I look into the future and think, How nice that we have all of this time in the world! Then a year and a half goes by and I still haven't seen Cyndi. You know what I mean?

The thing is, Cyndi's been gallivanting all over the world since I visited her in Lincoln, NE (when the above picture was taken). She's been to Japan, South Africa, LA, Hawaii, and various other places I'm not responsible for memorizing, but she's finally settled for the time being (read: student loans kicked in) and I've known for a while that I needed to jump on her being a bus ride away (albeit a very long bus ride). But she made the trip up to Boston last year, during winter no less, so it's my turn to return the favor during one of the most beautiful weekends ever (aside from cherry blossom weekends, of course).

I've been a little stagnant lately. I'm a creature of habit and of comfort zones. Of taking too much alone time until I wake up one day and think, When was the last time I interacted with someone who doesn't live with me? This weekend I'm about to spend in DC is no different; Cyndi's a comfort zone of mine all on her own (woolly mammoth club!), but I get to disguise this recharge of a trip as a trip to a new city! Tourist time! But, really, I'm just excited to sit on a bathroom floor with cheap wine and homemade ice cream on my breath crying my eyes out.

You have your hobbies, we have ours. See you on the flip side! (Read: Monday.)