I really want to get out how terribly I felt my birthday went, but I know a lot of it has to do with the same irrational hormones that got me in trouble in high school. Mostly, it did go well. I was so very thankful to have my friends Mandy and Nikki there to celebrate with me— the best part was the winery! But Las Cruces was otherwise lonely to me, almost indescribably. Then last night, within the first five minutes of birthday dinner at a wine bar, my mother scolded me for the first time in years. It really, truly upset me, and I can swear to you that it was not as big of a deal as she made it out to be. All I could think the entire time was:
This is one of those times where I’m actually really happy to be back in my corner in Los Alamos, back at work.