Maine Event

Just this past weekend I went to Maine to visit one of my oldest friends. She and I met in middle school and were inseparable from the start. She was more than a friend, but a sister to me and I looked to her family as my own. When her and her husband got married, they decided to spend their honeymoon in Maine. After that trip they were determined to move there. We all thought they were crazy to leave their life in Texas behind and take a leap of faith to move to the freezing North with no job and no place to live. After this weekend I can see why they fell in love with their new home. If you have never been to Maine, it is absolutely breathtaking. It feels old world, as though it has yet to be discovered. Coming from the city and going to a State full of nothing but small towns it felt liberating. Everything and everyone moved at their own pace with no worry in the world. 

I felt relaxed, calm, and at peace.

 

Like any friendship with time and distance, phone calls and conversations become scarce. But the thing I love about us and about certain friends is that no matter how long you go without talking, the moment you do it feels like you never stopped, you can pick up where you left off. The last time she and I saw each other was almost 2 years ago, but once I arrived in Maine it seemed as if it were yesterday. There are only a handful of friends that I could feel like that with, and she is one of them. To me those are the friendships that will last a lifetime. That was my first trip to Maine, but it certainly won't be my last.

Birthday Shannanagins :)

A couple of weekends ago I got to celebrate my quarter life crisis with the most amazing girl in the world, my best friend. I know most people have mid-life crisis, I am almost certain I am having a quarter life crisis. I mean who would just leave a job, move half way across the country, decide to have a change in career and go back to school without having some sort of life crisis, right?!.......now to top it all off I should get a boob job and a really expensive car......OK just kidding about the plastic surgery and the car, but seriously...... 

Now back to my best friend, ever since we have known each other, we celebrated our birthdays together. When I left Texas to move to Florida, every year on "our" birthday it felt as though there was some sort of void that couldn't be filled, no matter how many glasses or bottles of wine I had. Now that I am back in the good ole state of Texas it was only fitting that we had a celebratory weekend full of festivities. I don't know about y'all, but I LOVE College Football, especially my Longhorns....I look forward to this time of year all year long.....when I found out that UT had their opening game on my birthday, it was fate! I felt like a kid on Christmas.....I couldn't sleep the night before, I was too excited. Of course we had to spend the day immersed in everything UT Football!

 After having a very long day of drinking and driving {full disclosure, that did not happen at the same time and we had a DD--my wonderful hubby} all over the city to find a place to watch the game, and the lack of food and mustaches, we survived! The next day was dedicated to shopping, concerts, and wineries (of course more alcohol)....but I guess we thought we could party like we did in College, my body tends to disagree....

It is in moments like this that I know I made the right decision to move back to Texas. There are days where I question my decision, but after having this amazing weekend I know in my heart this is why I moved home. I wanted to be closer to family, and though we are not related by blood, she is still my family and I am so happy to be home.