I've been so bad at writing this month on my blog. Part of this is because I am really enjoying traveling, catching up with friends, eating my dAd's bbq, going on walks with my parents, having coffee at odd times with my MoM and everything in between. I am flying back to Sofia this weekend.

It's been a great summer but I am looking forward to finding myself once again in a routine. I am looking forward to spending some time by myself. I am anxious to get re-settled in my apartment after living like a nomad (with a backpack or alternately a rolling suitcase) for the last two months. Oh and the thought of a shopska salad makes me smile.

In May, it seemed like summer would never come but tonight I can't believe that it's at its end.

We ate dinner in the backyard--grilled veggies, pork chops and bread with the freshest, tastiest salad of corn, cucumber and blueberries--but it was chilly.  I know what that means. Fall is around the corner. Tonight I'll have to sleep with my quilt rather than the sheet that's covered me most nights and while the valley may be blessed with an Indian summer in September fall is inevitable.  It is coming.

But maybe that's okay because I am going. I am going back to Bulgaria. I am returning to my now home.  Fall will find me in Sofia rather than in Walla Walla.  And I rather like that.

I am ready for that.