It was a sweet weekend filled with a lot of familiarity. I must admit that it was good to rest from all of the change and uncertainty of my new life in Charlotte. (Not that they are bad changes. I'm learning to love them. : ) )
3 days. 3 cities. Clarkesville. Athens. Columbia.
The familiarity of the I-85 drive to the Peach State and honking the horn as I crossed over state lines.
The familiarity of the Bluster fam and the warmth that fills their home.
And laughing with Mere. Oh, what a joy she is.
And exchanging a firm handshake with Coach Ak.
The familiarity of Athens in the fall.
The yellow gingko tree on University Drive.
The smell of football season in the air.
Jittery Joes in my hand.
The intersection of College and Broad. And the arch.
The familiarity of sweet friends.
And my Dripolator mug in their cupboard.
And not having to worry about being a bad bed partner or hogging the covers b/c you've shared a bed with them so many times it doesn't matter anymore.
The familiarity of the drive between Athens and Columbia.
And driving into my childhood hometown.
And being greeted by my family. Who know me.
And who love me.
And celebrating Mom's 90th birthday.
And her pulling me aside and holding my hand, telling me how proud she is of me and how much like Pop I am.
And looking at photo albums, laughing with T and telling his sweet wife about our childhood.
And him pulling out a beanie baby he bought me Friday because I used to love them. I squealed.
And now, the developing familiarity of Sunday nights in Charlotte.
Preparing for the work week at a place I really love.
And making plans to spend time with sweet new friends in the coming days.
And dreams of home projects for the new place on Bay Street. (Stay tuned!)
And committing to exploring, loving and learning this new city. (Yikes. When did that attitude shift happen?! : ) )
"Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces,
calling out the best of who we are." -Sara Groves