I spent the weekend in Atlanta.
I left Matt and Lola here to fend for themselves, which meant that I could leave a few minutes early for work, and I was at my parents' house by about 10PM. We stayed up late, then got up and had breakfast at one of my favorite spots in my hometown - Douceur de France - a French Bakery/Cafe.
After breakfast, Mom and I got dressed up and went to a baby shower for an old classmate and friend of mine. We came home, I put on some grungy clothes and planted tomatoes for Dad, then cleaned the koi pond.
After a quick breather on the porch, Mom and I made our way out to pick up a few little fun things for Henry for Easter. As we were pulling up to the house, I noticed my parents' neighbors were out across the street with their son, Jim his wife, Melissa and their two daughters, Maggie and Katherine. I went to school with Jim - we are a month and a half apart in age - and I've known him as long as my own family.
We walked across and visited for a few minutes. Katherine sang a few songs for us - she's four. She's really, really cute. Maggie was also cute, but a little shy.
We came back to the house, got ready to go out for dinner and went to Rhea's - which, if you're ever in Roswell, GA - you need to get there and get there fast. The best burgers a money can buy. They're on grilled Texas toast, and they're just perfect. Perfect. The fries are just crinkle cut and deep fried, but oh, those burgers!
We did a few little errands, then came home and snuggled pugs. After a good night's sleep, we got up, had a leisurely breakfast and I packed up and came home.
It was quick, but I have plans to go back in a month.
I need to go more often. Dad isn't getting any younger, Mom enjoys spending time with me - and the pugs love me. Plus, I have to check on the koi and my tomatoes.
It's funny. I lived in Roswell or within 20 minutes thereof for 30 years, but if you were to ask - Nashville is most definitely home. Or at least, one of my homes.
It's good to go home, and it's good to come home.