I did actually leave town but I also have been not updating my beloved blog.
I did one of my mental health trips aka a vacation with my handsome actor boyfriend who spent the week being handsome and also petting a dog named Honey.
I went to my second home, Chapel Hill, for a night and saw people I loved in the town I would live in if it made sense for me to live there and do what I do.
And I sat in familiar places. And looked at trees and drank expensive coffee and hugged people I loved and didn't want to leave. Then I went all over the state and taught playwriting to high school students and went to South Carolina and was impressed by some urban development and one family's love of a small city and saw the way a few people have the power to transform a community. Then I sat next to a lake for 5 days, with intermediate trips to Asheville to eat peanut butter tofu and get mad at parking and see Sus, my best bud from college.
Oh and dog. I pet this dog for hours. She cries when you stop petting her and paws your hand down to the point on her stomach she'd like scratched. MY KINDA LADY.
Man it's just good to slow down. I'm from here but I'm still overwhelmed sometimes from the feeling of demand that comes from living here and deadlines and overcrowding and overcompensation and never keeping up.
And now I'm back. To do so much writing and hang out with so many babies and celebrate so many friends and also put this elephant tapestry up in my room because I'm an adult gdangit and I deserve a tapestry.
I am an optimist.