I wake up. I hear the restlessness and the babbles coming from the monitor beside me. The beast awakes. It is time for us to face another morning together. How will it go? I never know. But I do know that quickly, the cute little dialogue he’s having will turn to screams. That will be the point of no return. I rush to piece myself together before this happens. Contacts in, robe on, hair in a bun, coffee made: check.
Travel is a beautiful thing. The experience of new worlds, cultures, and foods. My husband and I would learn about each other and ourselves as we temporarily leave our little California bubble to explore the world. We see how the rest of the world lives, and realize fully that we are only such a small piece of it. Travel is something we've always strived to do. It is something we've always devoted time, energy and resources in to achieving. Yet somehow, that travel is never enough. We are always left wanting more
Aside from a regular mom blog, I've decided to try my hand at creative writing as well. This is my attempt to turn my feelings on ordinary moments, motherhood and life into beautiful small essays to look back on.