Summer Solstice

Today is the official first day of summer. I thought I’d mark the occasion with a few favorite quotes and reflections.

It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.  ~Bill Watterson

As a child I was so upset that my bedtime was before sunset.  I remember listening to neighborhood children splash in the pool as I brushed my teeth, and I was anything but pleased. However, now I find it amusing to hear my nieces and nephews complain about this very same issue. Summer evenings can be so cruel to children.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald

I’m a lover of literature, so I had to throw in a Fitzgerald quote.  Everything seems possible in the summer.  This summer I’m actively devoting myself to writing, and it feels refreshing and relaxing.  Sometimes the fall, winter, and spring are so filled with activity, but summer is a season of solace.

Hey! It’s summer! Be free and happy and danceful and uninhibited and now-y! ~Terri Guillemets

A little bit of fun never hurt anyone.  This summer I have plenty of adventure lined up. From time in Texas, to family gatherings, it promises to be a summer of carefree days and endless nights.

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.  ~Sam Keen

This quote is my wish for my husband.  I can do lazy real well, almost too well, but he needs to find an afternoon of nothing and embrace it accordingly.  Summer is the perfect time to relax with absolutely no agenda.

Here’s wishing you and yours a happy summer!

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It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

This month has been less than stellar in the weather department.  In fact, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen so much rain.  However, as much as the rain can put a damper on plans, no pun intended, I welcome the rain as an opportunity to seek shelter in suburban spaces.

First off, the mall.  It screams suburbia.  Our mall has undergone a major and must needed renovation. While it’s a work in progress, it’s a promising start.  Last Friday I spent the afternoon at Quakerbridge Mall in Lawrenceville, New Jersey. I promise I won’t bore you with a run through of purchases or stores visited, but I did want to share some mall magic.  Go alone! I usually go to the mall with at least one person, and while it’s fun to have company, it’s equally fun to wander alone and aimlessly.

Next up, the coffee shop. The Princeton area is home to several chains and local cafes, which are both inviting and relaxing. From It’s a Grind in Plainsboro to Small World in Princeton, a writer’s paradise is the local coffee scene.  I’m always in search of a unique cafe so should you have one in mind please forward along.

Last, but certainly not least, Crate & Barrel outlet.  One awesome advantage of living in Central New Jersey is the Crate & Barrel outlet.  I’m obsessed with the outlet, and I’m in awe of its inventory. Surrender your spare change and enjoy.

This Sunday I’m off to the big city to spend some quality time with my parents.  Until next time…

 

There’s No Place Like Home

There’s no place like home…

Whenever I head home hundreds of memories flood my mind and wash over my heart.  I grew up in Buffalo, New York, and I’m a proud Buffalonian.  I couldn’t imagine a different childhood, and the suburban backdrop of the town of Tonawanda gave me much to treasure throughout the years.

While I’m setting up roots in the Garden State, the Empire State feels like a natural fit and will always hold a special place in my heart. Unfortunately, my last trip home was to bid farewell to my grandmother.  Going home for events like this is always hard, especially because the journey home is not exciting, but rather it’s very overwhelming.

Luckily, my partner in crime aka loving husband did the driving, which allowed me  time to rest and reflect.  Hours later, we pulled into the driveway of my childhood home.  I love the excitement of walking to the backdoor as I anticipate the sound of my mother’s voice and the visual of my father in his chair.  They almost never disappoint in the homecoming routine, and sure enough I found them to be on point this visit too.  In addition to my parents, I was greeted by the sweet smiles of my nieces and nephews, brothers and sister-in-laws, aunts, uncles, etc.  Even though we were home for a sad and unplanned occasion, I found such joy in that moment.

Per usual, death gets me thinking about life.  After 91 years on this earth, grandma was called home.  I’m grateful for a lot of things in life, but family is everything to me. Thanks for everything grandma, but thank you especially for my dad:)

In between the wake, funeral, and burial I found a few moments to escape.

I love sleeping in my childhood bedroom.  It’s the first place I realized dreams make life exciting and endearing, and so needless to say I sleep much better at home.  I love walking in my mother’s garden.  I’m still slightly bitter we lost our pool for a garden, but it’s a pridepoint for her and therefore it is for me as well.  I love that no matter how old I get my mom and dad still wake up before me. They have breakfast ready by the time I hit the bottom stair.   I love walking around my old neighborhood. It’s a beautiful neighborhood, and each house oozes with charm.

No matter when I visit home, or for whatever occasion, it remains a place of love and laughter.

Until next time…