So the title of this blog is not presently accurate and there are times that I still feel like its a bit of a dream that I will wake up from. In short, with little notice, I am moving from my house in Minneapolis, MN to Geneva, trailing with me my husband (hopefully), my dog (pretty likely), and my ridiculously pink road bike (haven't decided). This summer is a mad rush of: 1. studying for the bar exam; 2. improving (learning) French; 3. selling tons and tons of our stuff. For me, also add #5: freaking out frequently.
Lately, when not doing the above or reading trashy vampire novels or crime fiction (or both in one), I have been daydreamining about a secluded house on a lake. This may not be an unusual fantasy to people living in MN since I think the majority of people here work in order to afford their cabin on the lake and every Friday in the summer is an exodus up north. Mainly, I think I would just adore a week or two with only a stack of fun books to read, a bike to ride, and music to listen to. Somehow, I don't see this happening anytime soon.
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