Aaaaah, August. The end of summer, the start of school. Well - used to be.
August used to represent a heavy-hitting month of summer camp, back to school, and an *insane* amount of errands in between. Target runs. Doctor’s appointments. Office Depot trips. The time of year when everyone has the exact. same. to-do list.
Though a fast-paced hot mess, I always looked forward to the month. Gave our house a sense of purpose again. Growing up, I spent my last two weeks of summer each year at Camp Mystic - the actual best place on earth. Down in the Texas Hill Country on the Guadalupe River, situated in the greenest stretch and populated with the most genuine of folk. Mystic is pretty much solely responsible for the rose-colored glasses I like to view the world through.Read More