26
April 2003
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Today I could almost feel the sun coming out from behind the clouds. Yesterday Atlanta was hit with a storm the likes of which it hadn't seen in decades. The sky turned purple and hail nailed the city. People sat in their cars and watched funnel clouds in the distance, but trapped by the icy pellets. Emotionally, I felt like I could rain down hard at any moment. My Aunt Jo is taking a final stand in her battle against cancer and my sweet Uncle Edward might finally lose his fight as well. I'm not getting along with this guy I'm dating and to add insult to emotional injuries the engine light in my car came on again. At this point I might take the Accord out back and shoot it. Today, however, was the kind of glorious Spring day that Atlantans live for. It's sunny and warm, but not hot, and more importantly there's a blue, blue sky. The greenness of the trees is photogenic. The color is so crisp you feel as though it's already been retouched. It's like walking inside Photoshop. This afternoon a group of us girls took Kim to royal tea at the Ritz-Carlton to celebrate her upcoming nuptials. As I sat among my new Atlanta friends, and my dearest Miami one, I felt so blessed - which funnily enough is exactly how my horoscope said I would feel today. They're all such bright, witty women and it hit me that we are women. I may still feel like just a girl, but to the outside world at least, we're grown-ups. Some of us are married, others engaged, others still searching, but all on the adult path nonetheless. I've lived on my own for almost five years and in Atlanta for over one, but I'm just now starting to feel solid and mature. Maybe it's the new job or the acceptance of my search for love or the comfort of good friends - old and new alike. Or maybe it's just the sun shining in a blue, blue sky. Join the notify.
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