I went to the July 4th fireworks display at Lenox for the first time in my 9 years of living in Atlanta. And it was all fitting since this may be my last year here. On the 5th, I celebrate my 9th year in this country and on the 4th I took in the greatest celebration of all things American by taking in the fireworks. It only took 9 years to get me to do that but I did. And it was quite emotional for me too. I sobbed so sweetly, little tears trickling down my face. I almost wish I hadn't because it took me to that brink of tears, just over the edge, where you feel pain but you don't know why and tears just swell in your eyes and you can't stop them. That's how it felt.
I went from dancing hysterically at the live band that was offering us very good entertainment to crying hysterically at little stars exploding in the air. What does that say about me?
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