Is this really happening? I've been trying for so long to force myself to live in the moment. And the past week has been so vibrant, so full of moments grasped and lived to their fullest. Even with the constant job searching and wall painting and unpacking, I still catch myself hundreds of times every day feeling completely inside my life. Maybe it's the lack of routine or the constant welcomed barrage of camaraderie. I guess it doesn't really matter what it is, just that it's there and that I'm grasping it.
(pictures are from dinner in our back yard the other night)