Yup. Sometimes I forget that I really don't live here. Sometimes I forget that I have a home bigger than 8X15. Sometimes I forget that it isn't summer!
I've been working on more bags; have finished a red and blue floral one that I'm going to use as a purse, and am starting on a yellow floral one. Yesterday I thought: wow, I like this yellow one, I think I'll keep it, too, and use it when I get home. A yellow floral bag? In February or March? In Minnesota? Oh, I guess not. It isn't spring there, is it? I forgot because it's been plenty warm and quite humid here. I am covered in some bug bites, and I don't think those pesky no-seeums are around in Minnesota in January, are they? I just forgot.
As we were leaving a Christian bookstore yesterday, I was marveling about the sandals and crop pants and short sleeved T-shirt I was wearing. No boots, coats, hats, scarves, mittens, and layers here! I keep forgetting where I am!
Another thing I keep forgetting is that my mom is gone. Every day I think of something I need to call her about. I see something I want to tell her about or show her. I find something I know she'd love and I want to buy it for her. It's just a fleeting thought and then reality comes back and my eyes tear up and I remember. I remember that I don't have a mom or dad. I remember that I'm an orphan. And then I think that I would rather forget.