I’m sitting on my couch in Austin, the end of a long day. The calm before the Conference.
It’s already been an amazing trip, a decompression after the insanity of ABC’s Extreme Makeover week. Certainly much drier than it was. Not that I’m in much better shape. I forgot that 80 degrees is the norm for weather in October. So not unlike last week, I am wholly unprepared for the elements.
My own inanity aside, though, it’s good to be back home.
The entire neighborhood has been transformed since March. New residents have spruced up the houses, a welcome change from the slightly worn look of the past few years. And Mr. Wilson has transformed our backyard into something that will soon be beautiful. That hard work we put in last year is really starting to take shape.
And I have a room in my house again, a fact that I am not willing to give up. Ball State University has afford me many things: a new lease on my career, a fresh start, a wonderful community and the financial stability to keep a room for myself in Austin. Just knowing that makes my heart lighter than it already is.
I’ve known Wilson since 1996, my first post-Ohio friend. The circumstances of our meeting are best saved for another blog, or a book. It’s simply enough to say that 14 years of friendship has transformed my life in ways I could never really express. Nor need to be expressed.