I'm getting ready for a five day trip, and it might as well be for five weeks. I could just launder once a week and get by with what I've packed. It feels great to be traveling, especially as I'll be babysitting all fall, and the most I might get away is a weekend. Today a friend said she'd just booked a trip to Nepal, Bhutan and Tibet. Gee, and she's not even a Buddhist.
I am touched that my writing group hosted a breakfast for us, as I'm ending the group. We had fun talking and going back to find out when we were first married and how young and naive we were. One was 21, two 22, one 25, one 27 and me, 19. Our brains we're even fully developed (that happens around 26). Two stayed married, but the rest of us divorced and found other partners later. None of us thought we could divorce, and my father told me I'd made my bed and better lie in it. We realize we were children still, but in those days people married young and had their children right away. I'm grateful that now you can do those big commitments in any order you wish or not at all. Still, we flourished and grew up eventually. At least that is our collective delusion.
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