Mexico to NYC

I love traveling more than anything. Possibly because of the amazingly peaceful feeling I get when I return to my home; my sacred space. Although I wanted to just cuddle in bed for days, the NYC pace of life quickly came back and made the lazy siesta lifestyle of Mexico City a mere dream. 

-We arrived home on Saturday. 
-Kenneth flew out to Illinois for a tonselectomy on Sunday.
-I started work on Monday.
-For one week I worked, cleaned, unpacked, did laundry and prepared for school.
-Following Tuesday Kenneth returns home from Illinois (Thanks Ray for driving your son home to me!) and the same day Karina arrives. 
-Wednesday despite pain Ken begins catching up in his classes after missing the first few days
-Friday Ken has a test, I work and show Karina all of the fun the city has to offer while caring for a sick husband on a liquid diet and working
-Monday Ken's best friend Geoff calls from Iceland to announce he will be in NYC for a week to see us- yipee! (We were really excited to see him- but I was also really excited to have my home to myself again)
-Tuesday Geoff arrives
-Wednesday Karina leaves
-Friday Ken's birthday
-Saturday Geoff leaves
-Sunday I clean my house and walk around in my underwear- the master of my home once again!

Although I start school in 2 days- after 23 days of insanity, I welcome the routine school may offer. 

*this is in no way to discourage visitors. I LOVE when people come to stay with us. This is to remind me to never return from out of the country, schedule a surgery and have multiple visitors while preparing for grad school and going back to work all within a few weeks of each other.* 

Colorado Film

Film makes me nostalgic for a time I never even lived in.

A tearful end to tutoring

This week was my last as a tutor. Over the past school year I have made lesson plans, relearned math (thanks common core...), spent countless hours on trains to park slope and greenpoint, prayed my students would do well on their exams and came to absolutely adore two amazing girls.  Daily I was reminded to live in the present, fulfill my potential and see the good in myself.

I hope they remember that not only are they smart but that they are capable of more than they know.

That last day coming home, I cried on the G train. Sure a lot of people cry on the G train, but for me those tears were a mix of love, exhaustion, sadness in endings and joy that in over the past 10 months I made new friends, learned a lot and helped two girls see how smart and amazing they are.  I will miss you both dearly but look forward to hearing about your future accomplishments.

love,
Miss Camille