State of the Katie Address

I am warning you ahead of time: this is going to be really, really long... and pretty text-heavy. 

Feel free to skim through and just look at the photos. I won't blame you if you do.

My mother-in-law continues to do well up in Boston. My regular updates from Jason's aunt Gena have been pretty positive, and today I got a facebook message from the lady herself! I am excited to see her recovering quickly, or at least I hope being on facebook is a good sign for one's recovery.

Today is a day of morning shifts, which is nice in that I am at work while Jason sleeps, so we don't have the usual blink-and-you-miss-it interaction between me leaving, him going, or him leaving and me going... we actually get evenings together. Today we may even go for a walk. I know, I know, it's a pretty exciting plan... but I think we're capable of it.

Next week is basically a week of closing shifts, one after another, three days in a row... then an opening shift... then a day off... and then I leave for New York City! It'll be a new experience for me. I've never been to NYC before, or really the Northeast at all. It'll be a quick, long-weekend whirlwind trip, but I think it'll be a lot of fun.

In any case, I get to watch my sister-in-law, the aforementioned Gena and her daughter Monica be all silly in the big city. I will probably be quietly taking pictures in the background, an abject and unashamed tourist in all my tourist-y glory.

I might even talk loudly about farming or something, just to make sure everyone knows how out of place I am.

I have to admit something here, be really honest; I'm not "over" whatever this weird mental place I've been in lately has been... That place where I start wondering where 25 years went so fast and whether or not I'm going to be able to get to where I wanted to be in time for all my big important goals. I've been waffling in and out of a strange melancholy about it for several months now. Sometimes it's just homesickness, I think, that reality of being just that far away from the first, oh, 23-and-a-half years of my life.

I put a lot of stock in landscape, in the setting I surround myself with. In school assignments way back when to write about myself, the place I was living always came up as part of who I was. And that place was, always, roughly the same. It's changed, and I think the notion of uprooting myself and making the huge adjustment to something entirely new has its occasional "but I just want to go back" effects, even though I really, really don't.
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