grateful

This weekend wasn't all that fun. I had a cold that made me feel like my face was melting off my skull and then there was a snowstorm and then we got stuck in New York, a city I've recently determined that I hate.

So there were some upsets. But when I finally got home somewhere around 1:00 pm on Monday, I was so grateful to see my house. I was so grateful to shovel out my car. I was so grateful to wash dishes and cut vegetables and make soup. Because even though I became utterly unglued in the City That Never Shuts Up, I saw clearly what kind of life I don't want - and what kind of life makes my heart sing.