You’ll have to excuse me. I’m being that girl right now, and I don’t feel bad about it. I’ve dealt with a lot of crap recently, so I’m allowed, as far as I’m concerned.

It’s my Sunday, technically speaking, and I’m thinking of the far-off future where things will be different. Very different. Where I will hopefully have (somewhat) regular work hours.

That future holds my boy. We’re planning a trip this summer — our first one, if you don’t count weddings, trips home or road trips to football games. We still don’t know if it will work, but I want it so badly. I want to experience something new together in a new, unusual place. I want for us to grow closer through it.

Another part of that future includes a home in my boy’s city, close enough so we can see each other daily. Close enough so we can wake up next to each other. I want that to be here now.

The future holds a potential vacation with old friends. I have NO idea if my work will approve of my vacation time (seeing as how we are still doing furlough days), but it’d be nice to jet out of this little town and check out a different area of the country. Adding three of my girls to the mix makes this even more tempting.

And the future holds a lot of other exciting, beautiful things that I won’t get into right now. But I will tell you one thing — it’s going to be exciting.