I had to leave San Jose and the fabulous friends there.
The weather guy did his best to scare the crap out of us. SNOWPOCALYPSE was coming.
It was the end of the universe.
So we packed our bags and got on a plane and played let’s-beat-the-snow-to-Atlanta.
I won this round.
I’m glad to see my family.
It was neat to eat food that didn’t come Valued Sized.
To talk with other grown-ups.
I had a reason to wear something other than sweatpants.
So as I look out of a window with snow falling, I remember the reasons I was glad to be there.
Then small arm hug me and remind me why I’m glad to be back.