The day I left for Philly, I padded down my apartment stairs and across the lawn, towing my weighty wheeled suitcase behind. The trees rustled with brightly colored leaves, and the ground was green, splotched with vibrant fallen leaves. Fall was just beginning. Perhaps, I thought, I'd return home from meeting the blog girls, knowing their faces and calling them good friends.
Yesterday, after eight hours of traveling from Philly, I returned home...I hoisted my hefty suitcase up the porch, over each stair. Bare tree branches clattered above me in the wind and crumbly brown leaves crunched below my feet. So much changed in one weekend. Fall had come and gone. And I was returning home, with a bucket full of memories and more than a handful of new friendships, which somehow felt far from new...and more like old, tried and true.
My newfound friends lovingly named me "Unicorns", after Shannon and the others agreed that my world seems as glittery and charmed as a Lisa Frank poster. I laughed so hard at this thought, because that's just one portion of me. The girl who loves whimsy, romance and crafts is very much me...it inspires me creatively. I love me some pastels. You bet I feature the sunshine and glitter...but if you think that's my entire world, I am sorry to tell you that I don't even own a unicorn. Can you believe it?! (Note to Gabe--Christmas is coming...)
Behind the glitter and crafts, beyond this space that I keep for reflection, connection, writing and creativity, my very nearest pals will confirm that I am kooky. My apartment is rarely spotless. I'm not too ladylike to cuss. Not too picky to eat Taco Bell several times a week. Not too buttoned up to have a drink...or three. And never too grown up to make an fool of myself in hopes of a few laughs. Yet, it's not often that I completely reveal that kook inside--only among my very closest friends.
And here was the best part about this weekend: My new friends brought out the kook in me. They got it...they understood that behind every blog--whether devoted to whimsy, food, home decor, family or hilarious stories about in-laws--there was a real girl that showed up...a real person with flaws, a sense of humor and a very real life. My hair was down. I was kooktastic. And glittery. Occasionally crass, and occasionally cheesy. Dressed up, dressed down. Often acting completely ridiculous.
It was the best, and exactly what I needed in so many ways.