Three days to go before flying back East for my birthday weekend. Making a mental packing list for the beach isn’t nearly as fun as when I went home to CT last winter. Shorts, check. Sundress, check. Boring. I’m craving Fall. I’m craving layers and boots. Dreaming about opaque tights. And wearing them with everything. I want cool, chilly mornings. I want to make homemade salted caramel hot chocolate. I want to make a fire at my new place. I want a cudd sesh with S.
Oh, so yes! It’s my birthday. My birthday season. I’m extending it beyond the usual ‘birthday month’. Deal with it. I’m flying across the country on Wednesday to my parents’ house in South Carolina. Two of my best girlfriends are flying down from Connecticut and Massachusetts to spend the long weekend with me. I. Am. So excited! Mom has been working on redecorating the guest rooms: sewing new curtains, pillows, etc. I’m guessing she’s pretty excited too; it’s been about 5 years since I’ve been to visit. She called this morning to ask what kind of food she should stock up on. My mom is an amazing cook and party host. I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us. I’m pretty stoked to have free rein to take the golf cart to the beach, the bar, and the local Piggly Wiggly 😉