It is spring time again, almost summer. The sticky days of an Iowa summer looming on edge of my mind. I have always been a winter girl but I find summer, as of late, holds more meaning. The late evening drives with the finally cool air wiping around my hair stir memories of childhood. There is something to be said about the summer months. Finally free to stay up till the wee hours of the morning and rise at noon unaffected. I long for these days. I wait with bated breath for June when I can be come a kid again. For nine months of the year I am force to wear someone else clothes and speak with someone else vernacular. I long for summer.

It has been an interesting month for me. I have started a fledgling relationship, I embraced the fact that I will spend yet another year in Waterloo (which is not a choice I thought I would ever make) and I have come to grips with the fact that being 30 and living alone isn't a bad thing.

I have been writing again. I have been working on my art work (digital for now - maybe summer will lend time to oils or acrylic again) and I have been learning to breathe again. I find that working on my crafts makes me a little more sane.

I do find myself missing my siblings, Anne in Barbados and Matt in Phoenix. I never thought I would wish they would be near. I am long waiting seeing Anne in July when she comes home for 2 weeks. It has been 5 months since she left. I know she is excited to bargain shop, drink coffee at B&N and eat red meat (something that is very hard to find in the The Dados). I will just be happy to spend time talking to her in person. (Anne if you are reading this, I know I am corny - and a sentimental fool). Hell, I would love to hang out with Matt too. Though, Anne and I are closer, there is something to be said about Matt. He is a great big brother (if you like that sort of a thing).

I will post more when I know more. Until then, I am breathing.

Linnea