I recently read a post that really resounded with me from the blog, Verse. We just recently moved and I miss our walk already. We used to walk the bluff walk pretty often. A majority of our photos are from that path and the playground at the end of it. I walked that walk the many days at the end of my pregnancy. I walked that walk on my due date hoping to get things moving and a few hours later I went into labor! It’s the first walk little Odin went on wrapped in the Moby wrap near my heart. We walked that path through summer days to the beach, winter days wrapped in layers to the swing-set, Spring days to both picking flowers along the way. I miss it.
I think it’s time to work on a new route. A new path to make memories on. We were going to try a new walk out tonight but the sky was dark grey and the breeze was cold (the kind of cold that comes before a rain) so we’ll have to try again tomorrow. I’m excited to start a new path and finally feel settled into our new home.
The french doors belong to our downstairs apartment. The cat outside our front door is Caligula and the black cat is her friend Pippin. The orange bug is not mine, it’s Zak’s mum’s, but one day I’ll have one like it!