A frog was in our bath tub last night. Cute little guy. Bright green and very small, perched on the edge of the drain. I went to take a picture and he disappeared.
Today is nearly done then we pack up and leave for home in the morn. Not sure what to feel — sadness, excitement, apathy, all of them? I’m somewhat sad to leave. Sad to begin the final goodbye to the only house we’ve lived in as a family. Excitement to start to move into our new house and start new things. Apathy because there is so much to do; work waiting (anticipating) my return and immediate attention, moving, packing and the inevitable emotions of our kids as we transition (its already started) that I don’t want to leave or move or do anything because of the large unknown and uncontrollable future that looms out there — somewhere (and I think its crouched and waiting to pounce). But no regrets. No ifs. No buts. No wishes. Just going on with purpose (somewhat blind) but not aimless.
All in all, good things.