For two and a half years I've been solo in Atlanta, without family at all. My friends have all been new, which is fun and exciting in a wonderful, wonderful way. And for them I am so very grateful. They have made Atlanta feel like home in a very real way.
But there have been days where I have yearned for someone - anyone - who knows me beyond my life in Atlanta.
Days where I wanted just one person who knows the ins and outs of Zionsville. Or who has been to 100 Willow. Just one person who understands why the Indy 500 is racing, yes, but so much more than that. Or who gets why things are funny from childhood, without the back story. Just one person who knows me, my home and so many details in between.
And then, just like that, there were two people.
In what feels like the blink of an eye, Duke and Sam have arrived. After months of talking about it. Planning it. Will it happen? Where will they live? Should they live together? Anticipation - excitement - waiting, waiting, waiting.
And now, they're here.
And I couldn't be happier.
People keep asking me: are you so excited your brothers are here!?
But yet, it doesn't seem real. I keep feeling like they're just here for the weekend - like it will be taken away. I told my mom multiple times, "I wish you guys didn't have to leave." Only to remember that those guys don't have to leave. They're here. And staying!
I'm so excited to have them here and to create a new normal that includes them. To factor them in to my life here. It's going to be an exciting, new Atlanta chapter - I just know it!
And PS: Atlanta, you are one lucky city to have them, you thing you.