Home is Where the Pants Come Off

Wednesday, December 27, 2006 | comments (5)
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.

The last few weeks have been a mixture of fun, chaos, laughter, and frustration. Because it was the holidays, I can't really say it was at all times relaxing. But overall it was great. There were many days spent catching up with mom and sis, dad and bro, which was really good and heart warming, and long overdue. There were late-night fireside chats with the Hill-Farmers - miss you guys! Let's see what else . . . James, thanks for the great chops on the grill. Yancy, thanks for the incredible lunch at Texas de Brazil. And Dave: I always loves me some Blue Goose.

I hung out a lot at Dunn Brothers Coffee in Addison, which has great coffee and free wifi. I highly recommend this place if you're in the DFW-area and looking for a place to get online and work. Just stay away from the sandwiches. They are purely there for emergency hunger situations only. Do not expect anything that tastes remotely like the ingredients described on the packaging. Or any other ingredient that might be described as 'food,' for that matter.

For Christmas weekend, my long-time best friend Paul - who I've known since I was four and who is also something of a brother to me - and his wife Erica drove up from Houston to spend a couple of days with us for what amounted to extended periods of eating and talking followed by shorter periods of silent, uncomfortable digestion.

And in between all of the festivities there was driving. Lots and lots of driving.

I stayed offline for most of last week, which means I've got a lot of catching up to do. Oh, and my new pair of jeans is telling me it's time to either get back to the gym or face up to a larger size. I'm going to opt for the former.

Bring it on, 2007. I'm friggin' ready for you.

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it was great seeing you. one problem. just not enough c.

Posted by j on Dec 27, 2006 at 3:20:30 PM
We all loved having you & Catherine visit! I agree with Hill tho' a little more C would have been even better.

Posted by Kim on Dec 28, 2006 at 9:58:43 AM
I feel the same way. As soon as I got back to my apartment, I felt completely at ease.

You and C should come over tomorrow and Wii with us!

Posted by feetnik on Dec 30, 2006 at 12:48:06 PM
Welcome back! Happy new year and onwards & upwards to 2007!

Posted by Reya Mellicker on Jan 01, 2007 at 9:09:59 AM
Happy New Year D & C. It was great having you over to the new house. Thanks for trusting my cooking even though I am still curious as to the whole grape jelly thing. I might need to give that a whirl sometime.

Hope to be able to visit again soon.

James



Posted by James on Jan 03, 2007 at 12:07:06 PM
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