When I moved away from Austin, it was noticeable when the airport that felt like home changed: first to Aspen, then to John Wayne. And even when I moved back, it took a bit for ABIA to feel like home. But now it does, again.
Still, grateful for my amazing trip to OC to celebrate a best friend’s wedding with a parking lot party.
My pal Eleanor and I bonded; sleeping and even peeing together. We ate the best bagels from Dough Exchange; drank mimosas watching hallmark movies.
I got to see my friends’ kids, who are real people now, and take a board out on the bay for giggles, shenanigans, Thai food heartburn, and TROUBLE.
Catching back up on work and getting back into lifting and yoga has kept me super busy this week, as did seeking out what is apparently too-late stockings and a wreath for the last of my Christmas decor.
It’s full and home and I’m grateful.