
It wasn't until I reached the Roanoke airport when I finally felt I had stopped. For 10 days I packed in about as much as I could during my time back in my old house and my old town. I embraced every opportunity I could to see old friends, beginning with attending a North Cross School end of the year faculty party. My friends Chip and Heidi invited me out to a bonfire party on their beautiful piece of land outside the city. I held a potluck "Ladies Party" with about 30 women. There were a number of dinners and great conversations, as well as a breakfast this morning with Eric and Nicole.


It felt so good to be back on a fast bike, with very little traffic. I rode out on Yellow Mountain Road and took in the beautiful mountain views and breathed in the thick and clean air. Pedaling along the Blue Ridge Parkway I revisited the long up and downhill stretches, virtually free of cars.
I slept in my big, Amish bed under the skylights again, and was awake at 6:30AM to bright sunlight.
I used my favorite ceramic cup for coffee.
I went to the new art museum and took in the beautiful space and exhibits.
I said hellos to the farmers at the stands I used to frequent at the City Market.
And I packed.

It takes getting away to allow me fully recognize how great I have had it. Roanoke is doing quite well, thriving indeed. It was beyond comfortable to be back in our house and visiting old favorites. As I flew away from it all today I left with the knowledge that a piece of my heart will always remain there.

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