Ahhh... It's been a long time since I've experienced the luxury of feeling "at home", but I think I finally hit the jackpot this past weekend. Yes, we've been in our new digs for over a month now, but this was the first time in an incredibly long while, that I've actually felt settled. I have to admit, it felt nice.
This was the first weekend we had time to laze around and do whatever we wanted. No parties. No out-of-town weddings. No obligations of any sort. This weekend was all about us.
So what did we do with a weekend to call our own? Nothing much. After maintaining such a hectic pace for the past few months, we were craving low-key. And we got our wish. Friday evening Happy Hour at Pasquinis. Sushi at Sushi Tazu. (Sadly, not my fave.) Cherry Creek Farmer's Market. A bottle of chilled, crisp Pinot Grigio while watching the Olympics. Pearl Street Farmer's Market. Puppy's first excursion to Wash Park. And what weekend would be complete these days without a little home-improvement thrown into the mix for good measure? Mundane? Yes. Nonetheless, these were the makings of my perfect weekend.
Maybe I'm going soft. Or maybe the insanity of this summer has finally worn me down. A few months ago, this probably would have equaled the most blasé weekend ever. But now, I'm grateful for the downtime. Everything about it was pure, borderline boring bliss. Whatever. I'm just thankful we finally found time to chill.
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