Oh, blog, how I have missed you while I've been busy dashing hither, thither and yon with a variety of amazing people. Over the past week and a half I've conducted a grand tour of the Southeast and have been quite impressed with what I've found.
Last weekend I headed west for a girlie weekend in Atlanta with my dear friend Melissa. We visited the Olympic park, ate at a delicious Italian restaurant (Baraonda, if you ever find yourself starving on Peachtree street), then discovered a bar that was serving $5 hurricanes. Being that the origin of Melissa and my friendship is in our days at LSU and many of those days were spent wandering the streets of New Orleans, we were suitably impressed by this discovery. After staying up until 4 am chatting about God knows what, we let ourselves sleep in and then headed out to brunch, ever so slightly after noon, and spent the rest of the day wandering around downtown, napping, and then eating some more. It was a wonderful weekend, that in retrospect included a vast amount of caloric intake, but I wouldn't change a thing!
I returned home Monday and immediately transitioned into hostess mode, whizzing through the house cleaning and organizing before my parents arrived that evening. They spent the week with us and we managed to cram more Charleston sightseeing into that week than I've done in two months of living here. We took a boat trip out to Fort Sumter, did a walking tour of historic Charleston, bought sweetgrass baskets at the downtown market, visited the Angel Oak on John's Island, toured the Charleston Tea Plantation where we sampled Charleston Breakfast tea, drove down to Georgia for a beautiful day in Savannah, and ate at scads of amazing restaurants. It was such fun, and I'm more in love with Charleston now than ever.
My parents left yesterday, and today I'm getting back to my current version of real life. I'm starting my first of the only three classes I have remaining in my Master's program before I can start student teaching, and I have piles of laundry yet to get through. It sure would be nice to be retired and living down in the heart of Savannah with a battalion of hired help right about now!
Give it about 20 years, and that dream can be a reality. Colby can operate his own private piloting company (flying Leer jets for the privileged in and out of Savannah), and you can write away on your porch overlooking the water.
I suppose that's not retired, but it sounds a helluva lot better than taking classes and months-long deployments.
Posted by: Lynn | March 07, 2010 at 08:38 PM