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.

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I went home for my sister-in-law’s bachelorette party.

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I went to Chicago for Lit Fest.

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I went home for my brother’s wedding.

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I was even supposed to go to a conference this weekend in Peoria…

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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).

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I read two books (and ate cookies).

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I watched Nova then took a nap with my dog.

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I went to mass.

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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!

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