i remember dates too well

it was two years ago today (oct 6) that preston and i stood on a cliff on Inishmore, one of the Aran Islands off the coast of Ireland.  together we biked around the island in the mist, soaking up every detail possible before our ferry returned. our hearts were at home.

october has always been my favorite month for so many reason (really, i don't need to list them because i'm pretty sure you agree with me, right?!) but then taking the most amazing trip within the month has just intensified my nostalgia.

so for the past six days i've been swirling in memories of irish stew on the coast in doolin while soaked to the bone, slainte! playing in streets, gray skies, green fields, velvety guinness in a warmly lit pub. they mix with the left over details from before: high school love, cross country races and wet grass in the morning, runs with cat and orange leaves beneath our feet.

and it's all coming back to me today. i'm off work, going to court to sign the final divorce papers. sadness mixes with hope and my heart is treading carefully. i'll leave no memory behind. there is nothing here i would care to forget. we'll all be okay.