A Little Bit of Sweetness

It's 2:15 AM. I am lying in my bed with only a sheet, no blankets. My window is open. I can hear a train horn in the distance. It's warm, but not hot. The wind is blowing in a soft breeze. Occasionally thunder bellows miles away. All those posts I've written about missing my childhood and feeling unsettled are about missing these moments. The way I feel right now is my happy place. My neighborhood. My wind. My trains.

Sometimes I feel like no one understands why I love this so much. To see the stars through my window and to feel the breeze on my skin. I feel like these nights are made just for me. It's like the world is saying, "It's all going to be ok, Katie. You will be alright. Promise."

A Different City Every Night

Last weekend I had an amazing vacation with my boyfriend. We traveled up north to the U.P. and just did our own thing. We both suffer from families who itinerize and I think that this was practically vacation therapy for the both of us.



Friday we spent driving. It took us about 8 hours to get from my house to the hotel. For a second we thought we forgot which hotel we were staying at. No worries, we made it to the right one. The drive is such a beautiful part of the trip. The further north you get, the better. At one point I was driving down a stretch of road that looked like it never ended with walls of enormous trees along the road. It was the most beautiful day I had seen in a long time.



Saturday I took him to Tahquamenon Falls (mentioned in this earlier post). I think he was a little surprised that we were going to go into the falls themselves. We started at the little falls that most people stop and swim in and play in. I got him to go behind the waterfall, but he said the current was too strong to go along it and jump out. We decided to go up the river a little to some very tiny falls. Walking up the river was a little treacherous, but we made it. From the falls upriver, you can see down the other falls and to the lake. It such a gorgeous vantage point.



On the way back down, I fell a few times. I'm probably the most clumsy girl you'll ever meet, and slippery river rocks don't help. He seemed more distressed about it than I was. I tried again to convince him to go behind the falls and jump out, but he wasn't down for it. Instead, he recorded me doing it. Let me tell you, it was exhilarating. Adrenaline. Later that night I taught Alex to play cribbage. He skunked me on his fourth game! I was filled with shame.

Sunday, we went into Sault Ste. Marie and were touristy. We went to the locks that link Lake Huron and Lake Superior and saw two huge ships go through. Plus a cute little baby waved at us. We did a little shopping and picked up the fudge my mom wanted.

Monday we drove home. It felt like it went by a lot faster than Friday's drive. I DJed basically the whole drive, much to Alex's distaste. Haha. I tried to mix it up for him though. It's not my fault he lacks my awesome taste in music.

All in all it was an amazing trip. Very relaxing and it made me feel like an adult. It was my first out of town trip that I planned on my own.

We Don't Really Want to Kill Anybody, We're Actually Pretty Nice Guys

So periods are funny. Not so much the actual thing, but what they do. I think it's genius. Women naturally synch up with the other women around them. Sports teams, groups of friends, mothers and daughters all totally synchronized.

Perhaps, slowly, we are all synching up to overthrow Man's "dominance" in our lives. That one third week we'll all just rise up in the peak of moodiness, fed up with everything and take over the world like we deserve.

Perhaps. Watch out.