I believe in hand-written thank you cards. They're the essence of old school charm and I believe in them with every fiber of my being. This post, a thank you of sorts, does not replace the thank you notes I've yet to write. I owe a million thank you's to Oklahoma and everyone who calls it home. When my lovely friend Lindsay left Oklahoma for India, she made me promise I wouldn’t move before she had a chance to host a going away party. Then, the middle of January, I didn’t have the slightest idea of a job plan or a timeline.
To be honest, it seemed a little weird anyone would throw me a going away party. Wouldn’t I be right back? Read as: it all seemed like I was going on another east-coast visit.
When my last week rolled around she asked where I would like to meet up. Well, the Neighborhood Lounge seemed like a perfect spot. Shady in its glory and recently taken over by a group of young professionals in downtown, it was just the place to hold back a few tears.
I had no idea so many people would make an appearance. You guys are the bees knees. The Garth to my Wayne.
Thank you to everyone who stopped by to say hello, challenged me to a hula-hoop contest, sang Garth at the top of your lungs or laughed at the “Free Drinks for Single Ladies” sign. Why not all ladies? Odd.
When I pulled away from the crowd, started letting me emotions take over a bit, T suggested we take a pic. Excuse me? We've taken 4 pictures together, ever.
He knew just the spot. By the door? Whatever, you're weird. The sign. It's funny. Sheesh. We're awkward.
Please note I'm blowing this picture up and hanging it above the fireplace. Where it will stay - forever.
I love Oklahoma. It’s made me into quite the youngish lady, and I’m forever thankful. My genes are from Indiana and my heart is from Oklahoma. My heart? Yes. My heart. I learned how to love my family, my friends, my school (go pokes.) and life in the 405.
It may take a while, but I think I can love North Carolina, too. fingers crossed.