I’ve been traveling a lot these past six weeks, which always seems to happen to me in late winter/early spring. I come out of this not-unpleasant seasonal affective disorder hibernation and all of a sudden trips appear out of the blue and it’s all HURRY, HURRY YOU’RE GOING TO MISS YOUR FLIGHT ZOMG WHERE’S MY ZIPLOCK OF 3 OUNCE FLUIDS AND WHAT DID I DO WITH MY CLEAN UNDERWEAR? Granted, I’d had SXSW planned for several months, but the two random trips to NYC in late February and then early April were both total surprises that came out of nowhere. And now we’re headed to Missoula this weekend for my sister-in-law’s baby shower and the whole family going to an Elton John concert. (!!!)

And of course it’s already time to start blocking out summer weekends for various camping trips, hikes, festivals, vacations, weddings, etc, and Dre and I are going to finally cash in some frequent flier miles and maybe go to Buenos Aires this fall, and ZOMG WHERE ARE MY CLEAN UNDERWEAR?!