July.

I'm kind of really looking forward to July.  I'm looking forward to a good friend's wedding.  I'm looking forward to getting to stand by her and rejoice with her on her special day.

I'm looking forward to some time off work, though I'm perpetually anxious that somehow that time off request I submitted months ago now will somehow be overlooked or that something will happen to not let me get all the days I'm hoping for.

I'm looking forward to driving a day to the east and picking up a friend I haven't seen for far too long on the way.  I'm looking forward to quality time with people who have been essentially out of my life for the last few - ahem, five?! - years who I don't really want out of my life.

I'm looking forward to re-registering my car in Texas and knowing that I'll have officially lived here for a year.

I'm looking forward to being near the year mark at my job, too.  (Retail thought it would conquer, but I have prevailed.)

I'm looking forward to life, and how it keeps moving forward to potentially exciting possibilities.

Between July and I stand about ten hours of cashiering and two hours of teaching a painting class.  Between my July adventures and I stand about two weeks of cashiering and possible teaching.  If patience is a virtue, then in that way I am not virtuous.  I want to time travel to the future.