Today I made a lemon rosemary thyme roast chicken for a potluck. And then ended up behind on the work and not going. Much sad to be had.
I feel really stressed about the trajectory of my relationship right now because we had a more in depth talk about kids. I'm honestly not in a happy place knowing that the answer had always been can you wait until we're in our thirties and now the answer is I don't really want kids anymore, I'm on the fence because I love kids but I also love free time.
I'm just very sad about this and have been cooking and crying on and off all day.
He's since changed this to let's look at the logistics but since it's not very real feeling I'm doubtful he'll ever feel ready. I'm ready to eat my feelings.
A year ago today, we were preparing for the biggest move of our lives and our new nomadic lifestyle. All my life, I would wonder what these places looked like and felt like but I always accepted that I would never be able to travel as much as I wanted to. I resigned myself to a life of habit and a life where I would always wonder what if. Traveling was the hardest decision of my life. I made the choice to uproot myself and my love, to rid ourselves of most of our possessions, to say goodbye to all our family and friends. I thought I was prepared for such a big shift but last year was peppered with bouts of depression and anxiety as well as euphoric moments of splendor at the world I never thought I would see. My outlook on my new life has changed for the better as I began to realize that home is wherever I lay my head and that Florida will always be there. I am so incredibly grateful for the chance to do what I do, to visit places I only could have ever dreamed about, and to fill this life with all the world experiences I can. ❤️