After a long, long, long cold winter suddenly April came out of nowhere and tossed a whole lot of awesome into our lives. In the span of two weeks there was hardly a moment to sit still. Family plus two groomsmen came to town the first weekend of April to celebrate opening day for the Cubs which we of course stretched to include an unhealthy consumption of deep dish pizza, museums visited, zoo animals ogled at, games played, and fires burnt in our new backyard fire pit.
Then after only a two day break from guests visiting I boarded a flight and headed to Seattle for a little reunion with some of my lovelies. Thankfully I’d gotten my classic birthday sob fest out of the way on Thursday night, so the rest of the trip could be enjoyed. I don’t know why so many people love their birthday, for me it’s the one day of the year I want to see and talk to as few people as possible and without fail it will end with me crying. Hard. Thankfully everyone in attendance this year knew to ignore me and my tears. I’m always so happy to wake up on April 11th and know the 10th is behind me.
Minus my yearly birthday pity party, the weather was perfection in every way all weekend, and to celebrate the wonderfulness the four of us headed to Camano Island a day earlier than planned. Our original bar reunion was canceled, and as much as it saddened me not to squeeze some of my additional favorite people in Seattle into our Friday night plans, getting an extra night at the beach helped me reboot. There were beach walks, dance parties, National Geographic wildlife sightings, and wine and cheese happy hours that stretched all day in the sun.
And in typical Chicago fashion, I returned from Seattle feeling tired from the last two weeks, but ultimiately like I was on the top of the world. Winter was gone, and spring had already brought so much happiness, "There's so much to look forward to," I thought.
Then this happened.
It’s like this place wants me to hate it.