I made it back.
In one piece.
After laughing more in one weekend than I have in a long time. (Like, so hard that I had to go to the bathroom more regularly.)
After an opportunity to meet new friends and see faces that made me smile in familiarity.
After talking about my strokes again, and threatening anyone that used “inspirational” to describe me.
After telling my room mate I got up every night to use the bathroom, and never woke her.
After taking my friends around a little of Asheville in my wheelchair.
After unpacking my suitcase at home to find we brought back the “Guest Services Directory”. (That’s the binder that tells you about room service, pool rules, and things like the business center.) (I’m thinking about leaving it on the nightstand next to the bed in the guest room.) (Chateau de Mayhew)
Feeling a little less handicapped than I did on Thursday.