That heading is a little misleading, but the sentiment feels very true. I know where we are (Syracuse, NY) and I know the day and year. May 23, 2018, right?
I know everyone “can’t believe it’s already *fill in month*“, but this time it feels so surreal to be writing this post on July 3rd (Happy Birthday, Uncle Chuck and Tom Cruise!) in my hometown. My amoeba brain cannot comprehend the things we have seen and the places we have been. So much has happened since Marfa and I do plan on writing about all of it. Like the nudist who let us stay at his property in the middle of nowhere, and all of the friends and family we have seen, and this…
But from here on out, the blog will probably be as scattered as my brain feels.
Day 67 coming up!