paris

I know my friends were concerned about the tweet I left last night about wanting to come home, and I realized this morning there was no way I could explain what was going on in my head in under 140 characters.  I could say "I'm homesick," but that puts a cheap and easy spin on something I recognize is not either cheap nor easy.

['Book is for ideas, change is for luck']

It's time to go. I'll spend an hour and a half at work today, tidying up some unfinished business, and then I'll head to Atlanta. A long lunch with a friend will segue into me dropping off my car, then a trip on MARTA to the airport.

Paris, like it always has, awaits. I'm bringing my red shoes.  They worked for Dorothy, after all.

['Things to take on the plane']

(Twitter reposts begin tomorrow.)

I made my final decision regarding drupalcon Paris this morning. In the time since I've known about the location of the event I've gone back and forth on the question until it felt like madness and whiplash. Do I spend the money? Is it worth it? How will I explain to my friends? Am I right to burn vacation days on this madness?

Until this morning, I had plausible deniability and weasel words.  "I think I'm going," I would say. "Not sure, though."

This morning's announcement on twitter forced me to choose. I knew that drupalconDC sold out, so I knew I should make my decision quickly. I wasn't expecting the decision this morning, though, while sitting on the couch in my comfy shorts and contemplating quilty goodness.