Exhale

What a life.

I'm still reeling from this past weekend; I should have written yesterday about it but I was too exhausted to give it justice after only two hours of sleep and then a regular workday. Going to Flag was everything I'd feared and more. There were definite tears and heartbreak.

But through that, a silver lining, and thankfully for all the pain, that's what I remember best. One conversation with a person that I really care about and a moment that has stayed long with me.

I saw Mark too, it was ok, nothing to write home about but it's good to stay in touch. And Peter, my old photo professor. But above all else I know the "reason" I was to go up there, the reason I was being pulled up there by some higher calling beyond just my genuine desire to see it once more before summer leaves and who knows when I can see it again the same...never again this way, I realize now...one perfect summer evening in the perfect haunted town, with the best company that night that I ever could have asked for.

All in all, a great reminder of why I do actually listen to those little voices of intuition that tell me to GO...NOW....

I am quite grateful.