Broskies & Bloomington Loving in GA

‎"On this night, Indiana University basketball dramatically, demonstrably announced its return... the Hoosiers returned to national relevance with the kind of performance, the kind of finish, that will not be forgotten." USA TODAY

The awesomeness that was this weekend can be seen most clearly through the eyes of my brothers.

After IU beat Kentucky, Sam and his roommates put their speakers in their apartment windows and DJed for hours as students fled Kirkwood. It actually gives me goosebumps to watch it. He is a rockstar!

Duke was visiting me in Atlanta, and there couldn't have been a better weekend for it. To have a fellow Hoosier with me equaled perfect. It definitely beat telling people: yes, in Indiana we actually care about basketball. And explaining why it's awesome that Sam and his friends singlehandedly started the Kirkwood party. Duke knows just why it's awesome. :)

He also attended my company's holiday party with me, and afterward we did a quick costume change, picked up Melissa, and headed to Casey's tacky sweater party. Upon uniting with Casey, we immediately sang IU's fight song, of course.
The weekend really couldn't have gone wrong with an IU win, but with Duke by my side for the festivities, it went from good to awesome.

Sunday night, I rode solo to a holiday dinner and, even without other Indianans there for support, was pleasantly surprised by how many people wanted to talk about the game. The night was pretty much made 100 percent happy when this guy said to me: basketball is just better when Indiana is good.

Hear, hear!

Goodbye Goodwynn! Moving day...

My mom has this theory when it's lightly raining that if she doesn't turn on her windshield wipers, she might be able to will the rain away. If she doesn't admit it's not raining, maybe it won't be.

If you know my mom, this mind over matter mentality isn't shocking. Known as glass half completely full type of girl, she firmly believes that anything is possible with the right attitude.

This weekend, she proved that her theory is, in fact, true.

Like a machine, she helped me move from my apartment to my new home and although I never doubted that it could be done, she somehow still amazed me. Powered almost entirely by Caramel Macchiattos, we pushed through 48 hours of nonstop moving bliss (really. we had so much fun.) and Saturday night, when I was thinking bed was sounding just perfect, she looked at me and said, "You won't mind if I just clean a little, will you?" Baseboards, floors, bathroom and kitchen later, you would have thought she was getting my apartment ready for a showing. If it wasn't sparkling when I moved in, it certainly was when I moved out.

And as I kissed the place goodbye Sunday morning, I was especially happy to have her with me. Although when it comes to being sentimental I'm not always the first to jump on board, I felt surprisingly sad as I left. I've been through a lot in this happy little place, from my first Christmas tree to countless recipe experimentations - and many things in between - I'll never forget my first. I may or may not said I love you as I left...

I think that's enough true confession time for one day. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. But as a parting gift: adios 409! It's been real...
...Yes, I left my birthday sign up from September until December.
And because we couldn't give up our last night in the apartment, we slept on the flizoor.