who wants to end up in an alley alone? hey, i accepted that challenge. it has been every bit of miserable and magical since. call me crazy, but my solid ground being ripped out from under me has been the most spiritual experience of my life. i had no choice but to fall -- in love with something. everything. myself.
the absolute most special people i've ever met say it takes a village to raise a child, and since downtown greeted us with such open arms, i now know that village is still needed as an adult. needed and ever-present. more times than not, my village gathers at the wine maestro. a quick stroll up the alley, and all the support you could ever dream of just wraps its arms around you.
anyone that says they hate this town has never bared their soul to it. during my darkest days, there was something so bright about knowing when i was ready to let the world back in all i had to do was step out. at any given time, i can peek out my 7-feet-tall windows and see blue lights chasing cars or children skipping to sunday school, hear laughter and skateboarding and the high school football games, smell pizza and wings so delicious i just have to order them weekly. life went on, and i was missing out. these are my people. that is my alley. this is me.
