Well, I’m finally back in Hell-A. Pretty ironical (STFU) that it was warm all week in Atlanta but I arrive back home to rainy and cold…cold by SoCal standards at least. It’s amazing how much Atlanta has grown in the seven years since I left. Even the south side (where most of us darkies live) has been rejuvenated. I definitely see myself moving back within 2-3 years.I’d prefer to finish my degree before I go. No doubt that will open more doors for me.
I had dinner and drinks with “A” - my dear friend, first love and likely soulmate. Seems weird to think I’ve been friends with her for for 24 years now. Some days I don’t feel much older than that. I also went out with Ken, my right hand man from high school. Everytime we get together we retell the same stories we’ve been telling for 20 years now.
On a negative note I not only lost my digital camera but I left my cell phone there. Thankfully Mom has already put it in the mail to me although she neglected to turn it off before doing so. I know Belle has called it which means it’ll beep every five minutes or so til the battery drains itself. My guess is someone from USPS will think it’s a bomb and blow it up.
Now I have to kick my running into high gear. I have 11 weeks til my first 5K run. Also going to the UCI Track Cycling World Cup next weekend at Home Depot Center. A friend from Atlanta will be racing for the U.S. National team so that will be cool to see how he does.