It’s a beautiful day here in Atlanta. Yes, I’m still in Atlanta. Just a few more days; I head home on Saturday afternoon. I’m glad I do, because damn. I miss my family fiercely. It’s a full week since I left, and I know that Tori in particular misses me like crazy – judging by the number of times she’s called me on FaceTime these last two days (speaking of FaceTime: the last two nights I actually put her to bed using FaceTime; I read her a story and sang her a lullaby while she takes our mini iPad to bed with her; this makes me amazingly happy).
God, I miss cuddling her terribly.
Charlie and I have become all day Skypers, too, chatting through the days. I forget how much we touch base at home working together; he stops by my office when he’s upstairs and checks in with me, and I come downstairs several times a day to see what he’s up to. We’re true partners, and I really miss him madly.
I’ve never been gone this long before, and I gotta say, it’s really fucking weird. Probably won’t do it again.
I was pretty nervous heading into last weekend’s conference, as I said in that post I put up very briefly last week. If you missed it, I talked about the awkward feeling of knowing that some of the people I’m saying hello to are the same people who are reporting back to my critics. I don’t read what they say, although I have friends that do, so I get a vague sort of report from them (mostly of the often hilarious inaccuracies or even downright manufactured statements).
But the weekend was actually quite wonderful. I learned a huge amount of new stuff, which was awesome, and I met some amazing new people and deepened relationships with people I respect and admire. I feel quite inspired, actually, and I’m looking forward to working on some new ideas.
I shouldn’t have worried.
I think my weird internet tantrum last week was a sort of last hurrah for my personal insanity. The internet is weird. It’s hostile, it’s judgemental, and it’s often cruel. Why I haven’t been able to accept this puzzles my friends. But I guess it’s because when I started blogging in the infertility blogging community, it was full of love and support. We rarely got visited by anyone that had an issue with us, and if we did, it was a generic sort of attack – not at all personal.
But it’s different now, and it’s time that I put on my big girl panties and just deal with it.
Overall, I’m pretty blessed. I have amazingly good things happening in my life these days, and I am surrounded by some amazing people. Not the least of whom is my friend Julia, who has sheltered me these last few days. My work is going astonishingly well, as is Charlie’s. Tori and my mom are healthy and happy.
What is there to be sad about? Well, other than the motherfuckers in Washington, DC. Good LORD, people, do your fucking jobs already.
Anyway. I’m happy, I’m okay, and life is good. How are you?