Hello. I hope everyone had a nice 4th of July week. Despite the doldrums, mine was superb. Watched fireworks, went to a festival, rocked to a couple of my favorite bands, and saw a movie (Incredibles 2).
When I lived in Florida, I didn’t know how we’d ever get back to my hometown where my friends and family lived. For twenty-seven years the Universe twisted and contorted to bring us an opportunity for us to get back home. Finally, three years ago, a the opportunity arrived. For Independence day last week, I watched fireworks at my high school with my childhood friend. The night was surreal. I couldn’t believe it . . . I was home.
There are four short humorous and heartfelt stories about growing up in these suburbs, in my memoir anthology, Home Avenue. That friend I grew up with is mentioned throughout. I have another story I shared on my blog, here. There is another story about meeting my idol in the town where I grew up, here.
My doldrums last week lifted when celebrating the holiday with friends. There were a few reasons why I wasn’t feeling up to par, one being health issues. I don’t like to publicly complain about the pain I’m in daily. I try to stay positive, but sometimes it gets me down. I had a couple of others things happen, that added to my mood. I don’t stay in that frame of mind for long. I allow myself some down-time and then I move forward.
Working on my novel so blogging will be brief.
Did you do anything to celebrate the holiday, or did you use it to relax and enjoy the day off? If you aren’t in America, what do you do on national holidays?