At the start of the year I made my list of things I hope to accomplish in the coming months. The overarching theme: to be adventurous.
Not simply in terms of the grandiose, but the mundane. In other words, I want to get out there and do things, all kinds of things . . .
How am I doing, you ask, now that the first month is nearly behind us? I’m coming up a complete and total failure, thanks for asking.
However, I shall embark on a wee adventure this weekend – my mum and I, and two of my aunts (two of my dad’s sisters).
The trip itself is nothing new, mind you . . . but rather the act of being together. You see, growing up one aunt and her family lived in Ecuador, the other in Colorado. Our ‘memories’ are pigeonholed to an hour or two here, an hour or two there. It’s a situation we fully intend to remedy.
And we intend to remedy it in grand fashion. That’s right; we’re not content to merely hole up in a cabin for a couple of days. Oh, no. We’re packing our bags; we’re heading out of state; we’re spending five days and four nights eating sub par food, snapping photos, and hoping all our body parts hold up.
“How brave!” you say. Oh, we’re brave.
Needless to say, I won’t be posting anything for the next week or so. So until I do, I wish you adventures all your own — and by adventures, I mean those of the grandest sort, full of love and laughter . . . days wherein you look back and say, “Now that, that was something to remember!”