I come home exhausted each day after working, but I absolutely adore my job. I get to wake up every day and teach kids about computers. I believe we make the greatest impact on the world by educating children, and I personally love technology. It’s a great fit.
But as I pull into the driveway sometime between 5:30 and 6 each evening this week, I have something bigger to look forward to.
That’s right – it’s that time of year. It’s Dover Carnival time.
The Dover Carnival is the greatest gathering of people in this little town I call home. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen most of my friends; I’ve missed them quite a bit, so I’m very grateful for this opportunity to see them all.
Quoting myself from last year,
Perhaps the Dover Carnival isn’t a time or place. Maybe it’s a state of mind: one where we try to let go of our problems and fly in the air singing about pirates; one where we wander around aimlessly until finding the warm feeling of friendship; one where we spend too much money on food to compensate for having too much fun; one where Dover isn’t a place we complain about for being too small, or too far away from civilization, but instead a place that we all love. Join me, let’s let each and every day be the Dover Carnival.
As you can see, I love this thing.
It runs from Wednesday evening to Saturday night. Just like last year, I’ll be writing about it here on the blog. If dilly-daddle about my small town isn’t appealing, just skip those posts. Between spending each night there and getting up early for my awesome job, I’ll be a zombie by Sunday.
I’m excited, nonetheless.
