So The BF went on vacation — I mean, work, to San Francisco.

He left yesterday, shortly after those fluffy organic protein packed waffles were made. Read: after my indulging breakfast and my child’s leftover Halloween candy.

I realized that between the two of us — I am the only one who has gone away. For myself. Granted, The BF’s trip is for work. However, it’s still a trip.

It’s still getting out of his go-to everyday environment for a change of pace and something new. It’s been quite a few years since he’s been to San Fran, and I am happy that he will have city exploring time while he’s there.

As well as time for him to just … be.

Unwind.

Recharge in new ways. Find inspiration in new ideas and people and places.

And in the meantime, this week is gonna just be magicfied. It’s gonna be magic maxed — Maman got in yesterday.

Moi, Maman + FoH against the world. I’m not sure if the world is ready for this trifecta.