the much anticipated weekend

I'm off to the lake in north Georgia tomorrow with some fabulous girls for the weekend! After almost pulling an all-nighter last night to finish a story (we all know I care too much about sleeping to legitimately stay up all night), I am already day dreaming of laying on a dock, eating some barbecue and drinking some summer brews. Tis the season!

Plus, I checked out a book from the library today called "We Didn't Have Much, But We Sure Had Plenty: Stories of Rural Women," and I can't wait to read it.

There is simply nothing that sounds more appealing to me right now than a weekend spent with a few girls who I will soon no longer be city-neighbors of. With only four weeks until I pack my bags, I've been feeling especially sentimental the past few days. There are so few days left, and I can't help but take notice of each one as it comes and goes. I am trying to soak up every last drop of Auburn, noticing the knick-knackery details of my house, how bright my backyard looks from the kitchen in the mornings as the sun shines in the windows just so, the ribbons that tie back the curtains in the living room, and just how big those roots of the oak tree are in the front yard.

Something about moving attunes me to the details, and I'm finding myself overwhelmed by how many of them there are to be noticed.