it was so frigid on my flight back to houston this morning that it was a relief to walk outside to my car…for about a minute. then i remembered that houston is a freaking sauna, and who wants to live in a sauna?!?
ah well. for now, it’s home.
i’m sleepy from getting up early this morning. when i wake up early, the days seem to last forever. this morning i spent 50 minutes on marta, two hours in the airport, an hour and a half on a plane and another hour driving home, changing clothes, getting lunch, and coming to work. it already seems like a distant memory. this is what happens when i wake up early.
my weekend in atlanta was absolutely lovely. perfect, even. i did everything i wanted to do and more. i ran the peachtree, i went to a braves game, i ate cheesecake, i saw friends. i don’t really want to recount everything for fear of cheapening it, so for a cursory recap, you can read carter‘s bulleted list of activities.
it was one of those weekends i wish i could bottle up and keep forever. one that i didn’t want to end. one that lasted forever, and yet not long enough. one that made me want to move back to atlanta, something i haven’t wanted to do since shortly after i left.
friends who know you, and i mean really know you, are a drug in both the best and worst possible ways. they make me feel so good, and so happy, and yet when the day or the weekend is over, i’m left to sit in the twilight on my balcony only wanting more. that is what i will do tonight. i am restless, but old friends make me feel calm.
this is all a jumbled way to say i had a great weekend. when i have the most to say, the words don’t always come.
