There was a time when spring break, winter break, summer break—all forms of school break—were looked upon with excitement and anticipation. And then I had a child. Oh, have those feelings changed.
Happy New Year, everyone! New year, you say? Wasn’t that over a month ago? Yes and no. The New Year of the solar calendar took place on January 1st but the Lunar New Year changes every year. This year, it fell on Tuesday, February 5th—yesterday.
Last Wednesday was my 35th birthday. My amazing sister-in-law and her husband agreed to babysit and James took me out to a nice French restaurant in Pacific Beach. After dinner, we rented Bird scooters and rode all over town like we were 27.
My mom gave me the best piece of advice on the first day she and my dad dropped me off at college. I had been looking forward to this day for years. I went on a dozen college tours in high school (on my own accord, not my parents’).
I was experiencing much discontentment this past week. How funny that last week’s post was about gratitude and then I immediately had a bout of discontentment. Isn’t that always how it works?
I am unlike most of my friends in my age range. They have longings to travel, to live in different parts of the world, to live miles away from family and friends. These cosmopolitan friends of mine speak several languages and teach their children to do the same.