I went to Charleston on Tuesday to see my three verybestfriends and did not take a single photograph. Maybe it was the hulking lenses the aforementioned bosom buddies were toting compared to my minuscule gold Olympus point n' shoot. Maybe it was the French Onion Soup and Verdi champagne. Maybe it was the OPI rainbow scattered across the countertop. Maybe it was the colossal list of engagements we were stalking on Facebook. Who knows? But I was there, even if I have no proof. The proof is in my heart. *Sniff.*
What a glorious thing it is to go home. And not in a figurative way, but in a literal way. To really know that the little lurch your heart makes when you accelerate over the crest of the Cooper River Bridge (the Second) is not caffeine overload from that last cup of coffee, or exhaustion from making the drive and pressing the radio "scan" button 6,000 times--it's because you've come home. Home. It's funny, too, how I can be sitting in my childhood bedroom and be homesick. Or chatting at the breakfast table with my parents and miss them terribly. It's almost as if I didn't realize how much home meant to me until I really left--not for college, which is transient, a false reality--but when my license changed to another state and my last name changed to one that was not my own, one that I still have trouble scrawling prettily on supermarket receipts. Don't get me wrong--I wouldn't change anything. Not one thing would I alter. Despite all of the changes in my life, Andrew is bar none the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. But I loved my mini-vacation/BFF pow-wow over the past few days. It was wonderful. Rejuvenating, even. I got a little girl time and a little salt air. Good for the heart and the soul. Home, where my thought's escaping/Home, where my music's playing/Home, where my love lies wating/silently for me.
We're off to Hendersonville for the weekend tomorrow afternoon. I got back around 6:30 this evening, did a load of laundry and put it all back into my bag. That was easy. :) To bed for me.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.