I ate Starburst on my way home from work yesterday, loathing the fact that I wore real shoes and wasn’t lounging poolside in 90º weather.
I live about 9 miles from where I work, and it takes me anywhere from 10 to 15 minutes to get from A to B, depending on the weight of my foot that day. Life has been hard since my return from Vegas, but not (just) because I miss the pool and margaritas.
The word “tribe” was used at the farewell brunch, and I couldn’t agree more. When I got home from BiSC 2011, I told P that BiSCuits were “my people.”
BiSC 2013 only solidified that.
I think that what makes the transition back to real life so difficult is that I have so few of my people geographically near me. Pre-Vegas, I was okay with it – I didn’t love it, but I accepted it. It is what it is.
The four days I spent with my fellow BiSCuits reminded me what it’s like to be surrounded by people I LOVE and admire and look up to, to be surrounded by people who inspire me, who push me to be a better version of me. These people are the ones who have made me truly understand that it’s okay to have fun AND be a mom, which is a Big Fucking Deal because I judged myself so hard pre-Vegas.
So now I have a lot of thinking to do, deciding where I belong and if this is it.
Because my town and my view might be pretty, but is it really mine?