But lately I don't take the time to look at sunrises and sunsets. I don't take time to look at the painted skies or the Bradford pears blooming down the street. My nights are spent in restless slumber and my days are filled with all of the busy-ness that comes with working a full time job and starting school. I don't know how people do this who have children; you truly have my deepest admiration if you are able to do all of these things. This morning I was planning on waking up early to study for my statistics class, but decided after a night of poor sleep that I would take a few minutes to myself to write instead. There's Trader Joe's coffee brewing and the day looks like it will be a gloomy one; my husband is still sleeping in our warm bed and I'm sad that I can't be in there next to him this morning. So instead, I'll tell you a little bit about life lately in the Davis home.
Reading The Boston Girl, which I love. When I started reading I wasn't sure it was going to be for me, but it's a wonderful story about how a girl, Addie Baum, came to be the woman she is. It's a story woven together with the little heres and theres of her life, all of the fun firsts and disappointing seconds. It's a lovely story, and though my time is a little more pressed these days when it comes to reading, I'm glad to make time for this one.
Drinking Trader Joe's columbian roast coffee that Shannon introduced me to in DC. This is one of my favorite blends of coffee that I've ever tasted. Mix in a little almond milk and Stevia and you have got yourself a great cup of coffee. I'm also drinking a lot of water and minimal amounts of soda. As hard as this is on night shift, I feel so much better without soda. Anytime I've craved a soft drink lately, I drink chocolate milk instead. Maybe it'd be better if I switched to regular milk, but for now this seems to be a good compromise.
Missing home. Very much these days. I was just there last week and was fortunate to spend time with family and a few friends. Somehow, I think the trip back made me feel even more homesick, if that's even possible to miss a place while you're already there. I still love Indy, but places feel empty sometimes when they're missing all of the people you want to share them with. We'll be back again sometime in September and I can hardly wait. Wedding season has thrown three weddings our way in September, and two of them are in North Carolina. How very sweet those will be.
Writing mostly just things for school. I have to say that I'm so thankful to be switching to day shift in a couple of months. Managing night shift and school has been an incredible challenge, and my time spent writing has been minimal as a result. I feel like even writing this small little post right now is refilling my tank a little bit, I've missed writing so very much in the past few weeks.
Listening to Needtobreathe and Ben Rector. A lot. I saw them in the Tour de Compadres in Louisville two weeks ago and can honestly say it was one of my favorite concerts I've ever been to. Needtobreathe's album that was released last April is phenomenal, I never get tired of listening to it. They do such an incredible job at playing songs with deep meaning. You could listen to some of them and think that they were secular, while others are quite obviously about Jesus. Also, I discovered a "coffee shop jazz" playlist on Amazon prime that I'd highly recommend for when you're studying and want to feel like you're at Starbucks without the $3.50 cup of coffee (see above for the perfect cup of coffee).
Feeling nostalgic for the fall I spent in North Carolina before moving up here, aka the year of 9 weddings. I was looking through some pictures last night from that fall and I was remembering how busy and happy I was. I was filled with anticipation for marriage and moving to Indianapolis, busy celebrating the weddings of so many close friends and family. Something about the joy I felt that fall is missing in my life now, whether it's from night shift exhaustion, a disconnected spiritual life, lack of community, or something else entirely, I know I want it back. I want to feel healthy and happy and filled with a love-tank that's ready to burst for the people around me in my life.
Planning our trip to California next month. Actually, the planning has been minimal. The dreaming has been maximal. I suppose I should book hotels or something soon? Or a rental car?
Eating peaches (finally) and strawberries, a new favorite salad (mixed greens topped with crumbled bacon, feta, hardboiled eggs, avocado, dried cranberries, walnuts, and optional meat--chicken is usually what I go for), a new salad dressing that a friend at work introduced me to (a healthier Ranch-- one cup milk, one cup Greek yogurt, one packet of ranch mix. It's just as yummy minus all of the yucky things that the traditional mayonnaise ingredient does to your body), avocado toast (toast smothered in avocado and topped with an egg over easy), and homemade pizza (with pineapple, onions, and shredded chicken. So so good).
Thinking about too many things. Books I want to read, people I want see, places I want to visit. Also finding a workout/running buddy, eating healthier, spending more time outside. All good things.
Dreaming about puppies and houses. It seems to be the thing to do these days-- get a puppy, buy a house, have a baby. I don't think any of these things are in our near future, but I like seeing other people experience those seasons of life. Our season right now is for school and learning to love each other in our little 600 sq. ft. apartment. Sometimes I want to pack everything up and move into a two bedroom so I can lay on a guest bed when I want to nap or write from a desk that isn't so cramped in the corner of our apartment. But other times I marvel at how beautiful life can be within these walls, and how much I enjoy looking out our window from inside to see what's happening around us.
Wishing that I could transport two NC staples to Indy: Port City Java and Bskis. PCJ is my absolute favorite coffee, and drinking my TJ's coffee out of their mugs makes me feel a little bit like I'm sipping on some of their coffee. And Bskis is what most people at UNC considered drunken, late-night food, but which I took absolute delight in during daytime hours. Their AK ski (wrap) is my fave: buffalo chicken with melted pepperjack cheese, lettuce, and ranch, all bundled up in a warm, snug, little tortilla. Oh, it's heavenly. I've made my own mock version of it here but it doesn't quite compare.
That's all for now, friends. Sorry for the glum tone in this post. I'm working through a difficult season and knowing that it will end so soon, but the light and the end of the tunnel seem so very far away right now. I'm learning to be grateful for difficult seasons, for I know that they make the other seasons so much sweeter.
Lots of love,