Home, today, after a week away.
A good week — Iowa, Kansas, my friends, adoption, so much driving. A long week.
But for all the driving today was a peaceful car ride. A good audiobook. A stop in Stoughton to visit with my grandparents, Nana and Bumpa. A grocery run.
At home I survey the improvement my parents made while I was out — hanging ironing boards, tightening door latches, rearranging shelves for more space. They are part of the nesting process too. My mom comes over to eat her dinner and we share wine and catch up.
And then I turn on Titanic. Because I need this trauma to pass and, with this movie, the only way out is through. A once-a-decade itch. I’ve paused now, before the disaster starts, but I’ll press play and sip my wine to get me through it. I hate how fantastic it is. Leo & Kate set an unreasonable bar. But wow is this a painful film.
Wish me luck.
With Love,
Natalie