I spent the night at the hospital while my niece was born. She’s an adorable and active bundle of 6lbs 14ozs. She was born on May 12th and is already picking up her head all on her own. I think she’s getting ready to jump up and make a run for it, there’s a great big world out there to explore!
There’s nothing like a baby to make me think about how odd time is. I’m sitting here listening to “5 Years Time” by Noah and the Whale and imagining where my new niece will be five years from now, ten, fifteen, twenty…. and in turn where I’ll be. We just bought a motorhome (which I’ll write about soon, I’m actually sitting in it now!) and people ask me things like how long we’ll be doing this for, what we’ll do next, and what our long term plans are. I have general long term plans for my life, but none of them involve where I’ll be because whenever I make those plans I never stick to them, anyhow. There’s a great big world out there to explore, and my choices always change as I grow and change. Five years from now I may hate living in a motorhome. I may be settled into a house and never leave the small town I’ve landed in. Or I may be on a plane hopping from hotel to hotel, country to country. Or maybe I’ll be happily still here, writing at this very same table.
My constants are things like writing and my love for my husband. Everything else is pretty much always up for debate, it’s an uncomfortable way to live really, but that’s the way I like it. Always changing, always growing, always questioning.