Today, I made a quick trip to Atlanta, for business and to see some dear friends. As I drove down that familiar stretch of Ponce, avoiding potholes and pedestrians, I was briefly homesick seeing my old stomping grounds again. For 15 years, I loved this city, and it loved me back.
The day flew by too quickly, but rather than feel sadness that it was over, I was excited to be driving home.
HOME.
I'm finally here. And it suits me just fine.
Glad to be off the road, I stretch out on the back porch, watching the sun set and the birds flit around the leaves and curves of the trees.
All is well as we wait for summer to arrive.
Be well.
