scrumptious

When I saw these two little boys sitting down like this, my heart skipped a beat. How delicious do they look? Those glasses are just a dream.

In a week I'll be in Paris (for the day, oh my) and then on my way to Prague. As each day comes and passes, it feels a little more real and a little more right. A part of me is worried as this is the furtherest I've been from home since my world came crashing down in February. I'm worried there will be another earthquake. I'm worried I'll lose someone else. I suppose there's a part of me that is sad to be leaving Asia, too. In a way it feels like home.

My feet are on the edge of great change. I know this will be one of those periods in time where I look back, fondly, and know that everything is how it is because of this decision. There's a lot of quiet space within me; I wonder if the noise has been shifted out so I can make space for the new. I'm a tiny bit nervous now (honestly, I had wee freak out the other day) but more than anything I am excited.

This week I'm taking Marina's advice: Smile, just smile.