the more things change

It's about 6:30 p.m. Sunday night. I spent the morning having breakfast with my parents and packing up more stuff at the house before heading back to midtown to get some work done and do a load of laundry.

I've been away from my parents' house for about six and a half hours.

My phone rings. "Home."

I pick up, and it's my mom. She says in a sheepish voice, "Heeeeey, whatcha doooin'?"

I laughed. And laughed, and laughed and laughed, and then -- felt so lucky. I love Memphis.


cheers,
elizabeth