Wow, finally my first moment of real alone time for over a week. This past week was spring break for me. It was extremely early this year for us, but I was more than ready for a break. I went back home to Tampa for the week to spend with my family and my friends. The hilarious part of all my trips down there is that my parents and I have made this deal that I will spend daylight hours with them and moonlight hours with my friends. I never get enough sleep, but it works out perfectly.
All the times I have ever gone down to Florida in the past I felt like I had to go out of duty. I had some good times, but I was always more than grateful to be back in Atlanta afterwards. Before spring break, I hadn't been in Florida in over a year, and I was really starting to miss my old friends and the whole feel of the place. Not only was I in the right frame of mind, but I was very open and receptive to what the trip was going to entail, even before I got there. To say I had a blast is an understatement.
I saw a lot of friends, jumped a fence, went to a speakeasy, walked on the bayshore at night, looked at the stars in a grassy spot by the water, ate lots and lots of pineapple, went to the beach, drove all over town, went to a park downtown, walked inside of the University of Tampa several times, slow danced in the Fletcher Ballroom at UT (pictured above), watched synecdoche, new york on a comfy couch, ate a gator taco (!), spent good time with my family, etc. There are more great stories, but they are woven and locked into the fibers of my heart.
All in all, it was one of the best vacations I've ever taken, and it has been nearly miserable to be back in Atlanta where it is still cold. All I can think about is Florida sunshine, smooth, tan skin, and jazz.