My Heart.

I realized today that I am excited to go back to Rhode Island... To sit at my piano for hours upon hours and just play... to paint upstairs on one of the blank canvases I purchased before I left, but was simply too busy and caught up to ravage with my paintbrush... to have an enormous barbeque with all of my friends on my porch in my backyard, where we sip pina coladas, coronas, and sniff the citronella candles unsuccessfully keeping the mosquitoes away from our hot, sweaty skin... to sip a cup of freshly brewed coffee on my lounge chair at the water and stare at Hummocks Cove, waving "hello" to the beautiful man that does crew by my house every morning at 7:38am... to play with my puppy, allowing her to nibble at my nose... to smell the salt of the ocean from my dad's boat... to affix a worm to a fishing hook, cast out my line, and listen to my sister mock my "ballerina pose"... to sit on Bee Shit's front stoop, smoke a cigarette, and get hit on by 12 year olds... to go swimming at Briggs Beach, get a sandwich from the Provender, and then ice cream from Grays... get blinding drunk with Maia in Newport where she, my 5 foot tall best friend, will inevitably attempt to carry my 5'8" frame back home... to go to the Black Rep with Michelle and listen to reggae/jazz/funk/latin infusion bands, while we nod our heads in appreciation and approval... to watch a romantic comedy and flip through bridal magazines with Becky, planning her sure-to-be fabulous wedding next summer, and reminiscing about the day she met her "Tom Hanks"... go shopping with the Divine Miss K and plan the decadent clothing line we will surely launch one day... to go see big band jazz at a tiny bar in East Providence with Harry (yes, Harry)... sit in my parents' kitchen, shake up some martinis, and gossip with my mother, while listening to my father sigh and make fun of us from the living room... then have political debates with my father in the backyard as he sips his gimlet and smokes his cigar... to sleep in my large, amazingly comfortable bed, with "ten thousand pillows"... to be there, among my loved ones... my dearest friends, my beloved family.

I love this city... This city is truly home to me... I found myself here last year. I planted my feet this year. I will return and begin my life next year. But until then, I still hold on to my childhood, my teenage years, my college years, my law school years... all in Rhode Island. Although London will be my home, Rhode Island will always be my heart.

I will be back so soon... oh so soon!!! I can already smell the ocean...

Bee Shit, Here I come!!! Eleven Days!!!