“But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an ‘e’.”
~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
For a brief moment during junior high and high school, I kept a journal. My writing wasn’t memoir worthy like Teddy Roosevelt and, in fact, it just became a place where I logged my mundane daily activities and slightly embarrassing musings about life. If I recall, it read probably something like this:
I got up today and went to school. It was pretty boring and I was tired. I need to do research for English class. After school, I had hockey cheerleading practice, then competition cheer practice and then I went to dance for two hours. I came home and ate and did homework and I went to bed.
Imagine this on every page with the occasional friend or dramatic boyfriend story and there you have it. Thankfully, my parents lit a big bonfire one night and my journals were thrown in with the kindling and other papers that needed purging.
I realize looking back that I didn’t enjoy journaling. It became a task I had to complete because when I start something, I feel compelled to finish it. Sometimes I would go weeks without writing and then would write a weekly recap which resulted in an even more boring journal entry.
In starting a blog, I wanted to make sure this digital diary didn’t end up like my ill fated journals. I didn’t want to feel like I had to write regularly, especially on days where I lacked creativity, which seems like most of my time as of late. Currently, my job consists of following Ellinor around the house as she crawls, attempts to climb the stairs, touch outlets, eat fuzz off the floor and pull up on every piece of furniture.
My time at home also includes daily, sometimes twice daily long walks, which Ellinor loves and so do I.
Aside from my usual work day, we have certainly been enjoying the summer, which is why it has been awhile since my last post.
Over Canada Day weekend, we drove to PEI (that’s local speak for Prince Edward Island) and stayed in an old farmhouse just outside of Charlottetown. It was quaint and cute, but not necessarily a place I would stay again. We were late to the game in booking a house, therefore we ended up having a very vintage PEI weekend.
We spent most of the day and evening exploring, eating ice cream, visiting beaches and living my Anne of Green Gables childhood dreams.
Here we are visiting L. M. Montgomery’s Cavendish home and walking the Haunted Wood Trail. We explored Cavendish Beach at Prince Edward Island National Park as well as a red sand beach that PEI is known for.
Onto the 4th of July, where I took the kids for an hour ride to the Eastern Shore and stopped off at Martinique Beach. It was a lovely drive and the beach had a very California-esque vibe. The three older kids spent the day playing in the sand and splashing in the cool waves while I tended to Ellinor. Thankfully, she hates the sand, so I was able to keep her on the blanket. I spent most of my afternoon redoing her sun hat (she would rip it off and chew on it), compulsively applying sunscreen to her pale and perfect baby legs and shielding her little body from the hot sun. So relaxing!
Our 4th of July evening was spent with our fellow Americans Eric and Guiby, where we ended the night with sparklers, scootering and dancing in the cul-de-sac.
Yeah America! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸