So I just got back from a lovely weekend in Nazareth, PA where my dear friend Sonia had her American wedding. She married a wonderful Indian gentleman named Nikhil and they first married in India in December (hence the double celebration). (She's half Indian / half Scottish for what it's worth.) The wedding took place on a beautiful property that belongs to her family friends, and they have a garden so huge that it's basically a farm. They live almost solely from their garden and they also stock their local food kitchen to boot. It was just breathtaking. Reuniting with old friends and making new ones was the theme of the weekend, and I have not danced that much in ages.
The drive back was tough because I was tired and I got lost in East Cleveland. Don't ever get lost in East Cleveland unless you're feeling like being severely threatened by big men with guns. It's so SO not fun.
The title of this post is "Stupid Nostalgia" and that is because it is 60 degrees and cool outside; it feels like fall. Now, I like fall. I think it is a beautiful season full of hot apple cider and comfortable running. But I don't like it to pop up in August and I always hate the beginning of it because it makes me feel nostalgic. And horridly depressed. And I feel like I'm on the verge of tears. I miss my mom and I miss my childhood and I want to be somewhere else but I can't think of where. It sucks and it's painful and I have never been so excited to be in 100 degree weather. ATX, here I come.
