apparently one really does not grow up in neverland, as i let my birthday slide by this year without a peep on the blog, let alone a promaballoona. but it was celebrated, with no less than seventy two balloons, and gifts from near and far, and cupcakes, and catfish, and cocktails, and ruggy getting on a plane, and ruggy getting back on a plane...
and although i love it here i am so ready to be home again. i told ruggy that being apart was like being underwater for just a little too long... when you were a kid and thought you could go really deep and swim awhile before coming up for air... when you realized that maybe you couldn't. and when you did finally come up for air, and took that very first deep breath:
that's what being together again is like.
and though the sky here is big, and the air is beautiful, i'm ready for city nights, blocked by skyscrapers, and nonstop deep breathing.