I just got back a little while ago from a vacation in Florida. It was nice, but my heart just doesn't belong there, with beaches and tourists and palm trees. It belongs in the Midwest, in a field under a moonlit sky in the peak of firefly season.
I went to church for the first time ever yesterday, with the help of my boyfriend. It wasn't exactly one of the things I had on my summer to-do list, but I think it's a good thing. He kind of pushed me into getting up and going, but I needed a push all this time. I'm going back next Sunday.
There are some more things, but I'll catch you all later- things to read and dream and create.