This Roadtrip Destroyed My Brain

Sooooo, I’m back from Dallas.

Well, sort of. My body is back, but my brain and heart keep wandering back to a place where there was zero snow and a pool in the backyard. Not to mention the place where I could play Rock Band until two in the morning AND get to sleep in the next day.

The trip was lovely. Full of fun and friends, a few days to remember who I was, am, and will always be. I think as parents and wives and working professionals, we sometimes forget the piece of us that we left behind in our younger, more naive days. And for me, there are a few wonderful people on this planet that can immediately take me back to my junior year of high school, a place where bad jokes still make me laugh until my stomach hurts and movie nights where the vodka and cuddles seem to go hand in hand. A few of those people were with me in Dallas (plus a new addition that I must say, blended in to our strange circle of friendship quite nicely), and I had forgotten how happy I am when I’m with them.

And how bad the hangover of leaving them always seems to be.