It might not seem like much, but after nine months of being at work before the sun comes up, it feels unreal to be spending a morning at home. Last night, I ground some coffee beans and set up my French Press for cold-brewed coffee in the morning. It rained all night and this morning, it looks pretty hazy out there. No matter how pretty and clear a perfect spring or summer day might be, there is something I love about sitting with coffee when it's rainy and cold outside.
My mom and brother are coming this morning with a truck to help me pack up some of our large furniture--the physically demanding part of moving. As much as I dread taking apart the dressers and night stands and finally clearing off this table that I've been using as a desk for the past few weeks, I'm still so excited to see them. I got some work done on my thesis this week, but not nearly as much as I wanted. So here I am, with a lot to do today, but still feeling so very thankful.
[One of my favorite little corners of the lake, taken May 2012.]
It's the little things that can keep you afloat sometimes.
+ iced coffee in a jar, in your own kitchen
+ being in that final stage of paper-writing
+ a family who will drive two hours to help you do hard manual labor
+ leaving a job and being told that you'll be missed + wished all the best
+ plans for a laid-back summer with plenty of time to be creative
+ an amazing girls' weekend at the lake in just two weeks
The right perspective can make the work it takes to get there worth it.