This past weekend, I flew back to my old home in Atlanta, Georgia, and spent a full day there with my mom, sister, best friend, aunt and cousin. It was my first time going back since I got married and moved to Houston, Texas a little over two months ago. You know how they say you never know what you have until it’s gone? Well, let’s just say that the overwhelming joy I got from laying in my mother’s lap and bonding with my family and friends in the familiar environment I knew for over twelve years was simply…indescribable. I got to embrace my inner child, wake up to my favorite french toast breakfast, and have literally no responsibilities whatsoever all day. Home is where the heart is, and I see now that part of my heart and home will always remain in Atlanta.
The rest of the weekend was spent road-tripping and beaching in Panama City Beach, Miami, to celebrate the bachelorette party of one of my best friends. This time, my wild child teenager came out and I was loud and crazy and laughed like I haven’t in a long time. Some of our adventures included escaping from Taco Bell in ninja style, stealing a toilet paper roll from Olive Garden, fitting 11 girls in 1 Uber and driving the driver crazy, and staying up all night until we literally lost our voices. Those who didn’t know me judged me as irresponsible and immature, but it was worth every minute to spend another fabulous weekend with some of my best friends. We ate, drank, talked, swam, and danced the night away, and I realized this weekend was exactly what I needed to feel like myself again. Although I am free to be myself wherever I go in life as an adult, I still have to remain an adult- but going back home and being a child and teenager allowed me to be all of myself, completely and freely, and I would do it a million times over in a heartbeat.