I've started hosting a weekly game night at my place. And I've found it is the very best kind of therapy. It forces me to clean up, and make food, and play hostess, which I love. It gives me an excuse to try new recipes, and vacuum.
It's such a little thing, but it also reminds me where I'm going: I want a house. I want to fall back into that weird mix of housewife and career woman, and host parties and dinner events. I want a dining room table, like a freakin' grown-up.
I love these nights. It's like ... church. A once-a-week commitment to doing something ELSE. And it's very peaceful.
Anyway, that's all ... pretty simple, still trying to clean up for tonight.
Missing you always,
Kaitlin
