A Lonely Carousel
(Crab cakes? Yes, please.)
Welcome to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor
I love being with my family. Nothing comes close to joy of exploring with Brent or the joy of seeing our boys delight in the world around us.
Every once in a while, it’s good to be alone. It’s good to find solitude among a crowd of strangers. It’s good to soak up unfiltered sights and sounds. It’s also good to remind myself that I can fly by myself, arrange transportation by myself, and read a map by myself. Yes, I’m a big girl.
This week was rough. It was the boys last week of school, I’m helping Brent with a big project, and I was just down. Not sure why but it happens. Tonight, I dreamed of taking a mini vacation…alone. I decided to “go back to” Baltimore.
I felt the wind of an approaching storm as I stood on Federal Hill. I tasted greasy crab cakes. I slipped through the fence of a vacant carousel. I got lost with myself.
Now, I’m back and ready to tackle the week ahead but I’m looking forward to going back to Baltimore next year with the ones I love. I want to visit the National Aquarium, hold Brent’s hand on Federal Hill, and ride in a dragon boat with two boys while they still think dragons are cool.