WHAT THE F#CK, GEORGIA?!?!?!

IT SNOWED ALL DAY LONG.

I asked for Georgia (yeah, I requested to be here. Shut up. I had my reasons, and everything turned out well. Look at it this way- you're a better person for having met me.) for a couple of reasons: One, I'm only five hours from home and family. This is especially beneficial since I wound up having a kid here. Two, its a southern location. ie, WARM. WHY in the HELL is it SNOWING here?????

Honestly, I can't get on here and bitch too much. If I'm going to be honest, (which I am on my blog. That's why I created it. I can be honest here, if nowhere else.) I actually enjoyed the day more than I can say. The snow made me realize that I needed a day out. I took the opportunity to traverse the area in which I live, roaming about as I pleased and dillydallying in the triumphant masses of blowing flurries.

I spotted an interesting little lunch spot out of the corner of my eye, just as my tummy started a-rumbling and I figured, ah, what the hell? I'm alone and I'm feeling adventurous. Let's check it out. How fortuitous that I did. I got to try the most hellaciously good mug of soup I've had in quite a while. It was a delicious, creamy tomato and goat cheese concoction, served on the side of a turkey and provolone sammy. Pastel (the name of the delicious soup-purveyor) is actually an Art Cafe, so I basked in the distinct pleasure of consuming my hearty fare while surrounded by aesthetically pleasing artwork, a wonderfully vibrant and cozily-chaotic design style, and large, unobstructed windows which allowed me to enjoy the dancing flurries while simultaneously enjoying my food. It was a late lunch, and I was the only customer there. It just made the moment even sweeter that I could enjoy so much visually while also enjoying the smooth, husky-voiced sirensong drifting from the inconspicuous speakers hidden around the room. Sumptuous soup aside, it was a meal I will not soon forget.

After I took my leave of Pastel, I was unsure where to go. Should I go down to the riverwalk and take a stroll? I got into my car, turned the heat on my toes, and started driving, not really sure where I was headed. I first thought to go to Michael's, to get supplies for a craft project I've been thinking about. I even went in and looked around. This was not where I wanted to be. Then I knew where I was going. It was where I had wanted to go all along. I just had not been sure that I wanted to go alone. I went to the Salvation Army.

Sounds strange, doesn't it? I suppose it would. Why would I go to a thift shop on a snowy day? Because the person I wanted to spend the snowy day with was not around. I went to the Salvation Army because it made me happy to be there. I dug through books, and vinyls, and coats, losing myself in the musty smell of castoff possessions. I smiled and laughed and searched, always vigilant for that one thing that I could not live without. What that one thing is, I have no idea, but everyone goes into second-hand stores looking for it. For my counterpart, I believe its a Members Only jacket. I still don't know what mine is. Perhaps a great vintage wrap dress. I haven't figured it out yet. But one thing is for sure- I'll know it when I see it.

The bottom line is this: When I first realized it was snowing, my initial reaction was shock and dismay. As I was driving home after my day out on the town, the snow stopped falling. My reaction to this was a much, much greater dismay. I didn't want it to end. My snow day was over.