Over the past year, I’ve taken a total of three days off. This is a stark contrast to the four weeks of vacation I’m used to gaining as a standard job contract down under.
I don’t go back to work until Thursday. I am fortunate to have a five day weekend in place to help get the puppies settled. I must say, however, that they don’t seem to be having any issue catching up where we left off. I’ve been walking them every few hours. We found a few local places to play fetch.
It’s as if no time has gone by.
I’m currently typing at my new desk while the puppies are sleeping behind me. My parents are coming to visit tomorrow and in a phone call earlier I found myself saying, “There’s really nothing else I can ask for at this point.”
As I approach the beginning of year four in blogville, it is certainly somewhat surreal to read earlier rants about “MUST GET TO NEW YORK! 
MUST GET TO NEW YORK!” while I am presently settled in a sunny Queens corner with the love of my life and two small babies. I’ve learned a lot about myself, life and the world amongst these pages. Reading old posts makes me gasp, sigh, laugh and cry.
I usually find the most recent posts the most interesting though.
On that note, I’m going to go clean up and create some creative work. I find my fiction works the same as any other writing, really. Practice makes perfect.
A five day weekend is a joyous occasion indeed. Puppies, yes-ness… so much to absorb.