I had a wonderful trip to visit my friends in The Big City and to shop at The Big Stores, and I'm home now, totally broke, but totally happy.
There were some memorable moments in this trip.
There was the woman at Nordstrom's who "somehow" knew about the loss in our lives. I have never come so close to sobbing in my favorite store. But it was a moment of kindness, and I appreciated her openness.
There was the cab driver who took us from the mall. As soft jazz played on the cab's radio, he told us of the war in Somalia and the family he had to leave there. It was a moment of gentleness and sadness, and I appreciated my fortune of living where I do.
There was my friend and her family. Wow, do I love that whole family. A moment? Many moments. And I appreciate their friendship more than they can ever know. I can't imagine trying to function without her and her family.
And every time I go to The Big City and The Big Stores, and I hang out with this family I love so much, I think, You know, I am so happy here. I should move here. But then I get home, to my own house and my own cat and my own stuff, and I realize, There is no way I can ever move, not in this lifetime, and definitely not without a backhoe.
It's good to be home, but I had a great time! THANKS!