One of the incredible things about living somewhere that is not your home is that you get to travel, a lot! I have traveled home, or to Chicago, every single weekend since school got out for summer.
I went home for my birthday.
I went home for my sister-in-law’s bachelorette party.
I went to Chicago for Lit Fest.
I went home for my brother’s wedding.
I was even supposed to go to a conference this weekend in Peoria…
All of this while working more than full-time during the week, with around 30 minutes of free time daily, meant that I got sick this summer… twice already! I don’t do well on lack of sleep (or lack of reading time). After coming home from my brother’s wedding reception with 103 fever and spending the week sick and covered in a rash, I decided to stay in Illinois this weekend. Instead of traveling today:
I went to the farmer’s market (for the first time all summer).
I read two books (and ate cookies).
I watched Nova then took a nap with my dog.
I went to mass.
Never has summer looked so good! Travel is nice, but there are times when my soul craves a nice weekend in good, old central Illinois where the corn is starting to rise, temperatures break 90, and where a weekend spent reading on my deck is just what the doctor ordered!