party in the USA

the fact that the title of this blog post is a miley cyrus song probably ruined it already haaa.
I AM BACK IN THE STATES!!

It is INSANE. Being with fiance. Dryers? Cars? Real beds? What the luxuriousness? I can barely handle it.

I have been painting and organizing the little house that Elliott and I will live in. I did the office first. Mainly for practice. And it did not turn out terrible! And now I have a strategy rather than... "get the roller ok go!!".... it goes much smoother now. Even though I end the day with paint in my hair. And pretty much all over me. I had to get a second gallon and I told the woman it was because most of it ended up on me rather than that walls. Chelsi came and helped me yesterday and I appreciated it so much!

Our house has tons of cute potential. Elliott and I have plenty of wonderful potential... and current wonderfulness. I adore him. And our baby ducks that waddle around in the green grass. It is pretty picturesque out here you know.


luvs,
Kayla

doing my happy dance

Sometimes when people who are allergic to nature go and run in the woods the come back with red eyes.. and a running nose... and a hard care sneezing attack... Which was the case this morning. So I showered and went back to bed until my eyes were a normal color and the danger of me sneezing out my lungs had subsided. I wanted to say goodbye to my forest run today though. BECAUSE, it's my last day. Am I excited? No. Because I am in denial. I haven't seen my fiance in almost 5 months. I am coming home to the land I love. I am getting married in less than 3 weeks. I get to see my family. If I got excited now it would overwhelm my entire sense of being and when the taxi comes to pick us up I would still be in this same spot doing my happy dance* that I started 10 hours ago, and I have to do things today and go places and see people and I have to be a functional human being. It would just be too much. So I am trying not to think about it. When I get on the plane though, that will be a different story. You won't be able to wipe the ridiculous grin off my face. Or stop me from doing the happy dance* in the isles of the plane.

I am mainly all packed! My last clothes are hanging out on the line. I hate packing things that aren't clean so after my run I did my last load. Teary goodbyes have been said and clothes have all been vacuum packed to a shriveled perfection.

I WILL BE SEEING YOU ALL SOON!!
XOXOXOXOX
(well the kisses are elliott... hugs for you : ))

*happy dance is the same as waiting for stop light dance, waiting for bus dance, going to Yalta dance, and the dance I do when Fiance is trying to talk to me about something serious dance.