I don't know about you guys but I had a GREAT WEEKEND. Friday, after Clint got off work, we drove to see my favorite Aunt and the family. We had a wonderful time with them. They took us into DC to see all the Cherry Blossoms, and then we drove past my old house and went to see the highschool I used to go to- more about that later. Then we went back to DC and ate Ethiopian food- yummm- and then walked around the neighborhood. Both my Aunt and Uncle used to live in DC so they were great guides. There is nothing like experiencing a city with someone who is in the know- it's always an eye opening experience. Sunday we went to church, then traded family stories and then Clint and I were on our way home. Turns out they only live about an hour and a half from us.

Anyway- about going to my old highschool- it was completely surreal. There was no one there- it was opened because there were a few people in the auditorium practicing some play. We walked around and saw all my old classrooms, the old lunch room, gym, lockers etc. What was really strange was to be there with my husband and to think about my little 14 year old self walking the halls 12 years earlier with no idea that one day I would be back with Clint. It is interesting to me the connection we feel with places where we know a little something about what has happened there, or who has walked there. It is why we like going to the Alamo or Mount Vernon or Israel. There is something sacred about knowing the history of a place-just the knowing connects you to the past. There is something sacred about putting your hand or foot in a place where Thomas Jefferson or Jesus or a younger version of yourself put their hand or foot.

I am beginning to wonder if we really should leave Charlottesville. Not to worry too much- I am pretty sure we should. It's just that with the renewal of spring I forget how terrible it has been here. I start to wonder if we only decided to leave because we were so miserable. I think it will be helpful, now that I am not bed ridden with depression to re-examine the decision just so in the future I will be safe knowing that the choice to leave was based on more than just a burning desire wash my hands of a city that has not been kind to us so far! Clint gets nervous when I start talking like this- but mostly after I have said something crazy like "I am not sure we should leave Charlottesville," I feel better and can dismiss the idea completely. In fact, after writing a paragraph on it, I dismiss it now.