It's late, and I'm a bit tired, but I'm signing on tonight for the lovely Libby, who has informed me that she gets to work each day, knowing that I'm just down the street here, and knowing that I'm on vacation, and yet still, becomes annoyed when she checks my blog and discovers that I've written...nothing. =) I love you, Libby, and so I write...
We're having a great time in our old home town. I drive around the streets, and memories, both good and bad, come flooding back over me. It doesn't seem like a little over a year ago that we left B'ham, and it also seems like a hundred years ago. So much has happened in a year. And when we get on that plane tomorrow night, we won't be flying back to Arlington. We'll be flying home to NC, to a place that we've lived for only 3 weeks. No wonder I still feel confused sometimes about where I am. No wonder I give people strange looks when they ask, "When are you going back to North Carolina?" I still feel like I could wake up one morning in my apartment in DC and not be the least bit surprised. I could fall back into that routine without blinking, and yet, that's not my routine anymore.
Actually, one of the hardest parts about these past two months has been not having a routine. I feel like I'm on perpetual vacation. You wouldn't think that would be hard at all, and it's not, for the first couple of weeks. But then, being human, I start itching for the familiarity that comes from routine. And I know I won't find my comfort level until I have those familiar places and familiar faces that I see regularly as I come and go each day. Think about it. Don't you feel off kilter when you change jobs or churches, or even change the time or the route that you take to go to work? Yeah, I thought so... Then maybe you know how I feel about now.
But I also have some important business tonight for you, my random assortment of family, friends, and internet lurkers who have stumbled across this blog and whose names I don't know. I need a new name for my blog. It cannot incorporate the old name in any way. And I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with something that I feel truly reflects me. I don't want something so sentimentally sweet that I want to gag. And I don't want something so sassy that it's obnoxious. I guess I'm looking for something in between. And of course, it can't already be taken by Blogger, so that limits me. So, if you have any ideas, please post them as comments on this blog. I will temporarily take off the requirement that you must sign in to comment so that those who aren't so internet savvy can still weigh in. Thanks, folks.