Home Sweet South . . .

Oh my. . . it's been too long since I've updated. . . or had access to a computer, for that matter. As I write this, I am sitting in my parents' living room. It's a strange and beautiful . . . and strange thing to move back in with your parents after being gone for so very long.

I don't have too much time at this very moment. But I want to give you a brief synopsis of the things that have happened since I last wrote:

• My dad flew up to NYC and we road tripped home with my cat and the few belongings I had left.
  
• I visited Le Cordon Bleu in Atlanta.
  

• I enrolled in the JANUARY 2010 class for Culinary Arts.

Well. . . I suppose that isn't too much. (And to be honest, it isn't ALL that happened: you're just getting the solid, factual, real-life sorts of things).

I borrowed my mom's car this afternoon and drove . . . just to get out of the house. Driving is precious alone time. My mind relaxes and I really start to think about things. . . the speed of life. And as I drove down a strip of Southern road, the tears began. Badger. Brooklyn. My old life. Have I done the right thing by coming home? I left my whole life in Brooklyn. . . and now I'm here. And I feel so very small.