How is it the end of October already? These weeks have been flying by, as have the months. My mind is so confused… after two years of “no seasons” in Orange County, fall has crept up on us and almost blown by so fast that I didn’t even see it coming. With everything that’s happened in the past three months, I really feel like it should still be the beginning of September. Time needs to slooow dowwwn.
It’s Halloween weekend and it came up so fast that I’m totally unprepared. My friend Ada is having a party at her place in Brooklyn, but it’s “costume only” and I can assure you that I don’t have anything costume-like in the one drawer worth of clothes I brought with me. Maybe I should run out and throw something together really quickly tonight or tomorrow? Ideas? I’m out of ideas. Help. (It’s still only supposed to be like September, remember?)
- I wrote a really honest post about my anxieties and homesickness on Tuesday.
- I then followed up with some fun photos from my birthday weekend on Wednesday.
- Catherine shared about having “Quantity Time” with her friends and how the time they spend together has strengthened the quality of their relationships.
- Camryn’s post “God Is Still Good” was really uplifting and was just what I needed to read this week.
- Taylor’s post “When You Are Sad, Find a Crocodile” was equally inspiring for me this week!
- I don’t talk about being adopted much on this blog (although I’m very open to talking about it!) but my BFF Claire wrote a really good open letter on her blog about being an adoptee.
On the Internets
- Catherine’s post (above) linked to this NYT article, “The Myth of Quality Time,” and it probably resonated with me more than anything else this week. All the feels. #homesick
- Apparently Cuba has had a vaccine for lung cancer for YEARS, including decades of trial and research. Amazing.
- This is beautiful. People who think the deserts are just dead and ugly dirt are so wrong.
- Exposure can’t pay the bills.
- I was expecting this article, “10 Things You Don’t Need To Be Happier In Life,” to be really shallow, but I was wrong.