My heart races

My heart races at the thought that I'll be home soon for a visit. I'm excited to see some faces again, go back to some old haunts, eat Sugarbowl cinnamon buns, have a scotch at Three Boars, and have a long long coffee date with my mom at Wild Earth cafe like we used to. Maybe I'll manage a wintry ravine run, dance it up with girlfriends at the Common (or wherever is cool to dance at these days?) and maybe make a quick mountain roadtrip.

Let's hang out. How different are you? How different am I? Those thoughts make my heart race too.