So I've lived here since January 21. It's March 3. I counted the number of incoming phone calls from my friends in Madison. The number is 4. And 3 of them were the same person. The feeling is, I think I have stopped existing on some level. I miss my friends there, and know it was time to go and be happier, but it's a strange isolation. I don't miss the Wisconsin that I had day to day at work, or the Wisconsin that is being smothered with protest signs. But I miss the Sunday brunch with friends by a fire...the smoky cigar bar where we knew all the regulars, the familiarity. I am driving home to Atlanta for the second week in a row, spend some time with my long time friend and her kids. New shades of red hair are a=comin.
Oh and for my Kentucky moment. I daydreamed today about having a "throwback" college basketball week...where all those boys played in the short shorts...any thoughts?
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