Since moving to New York in September, I’ve been back to Charlotte seven times. Several of those were for work, warranting a hotel room, but on occasion I’ve stayed with Charlotte friends at their home.
And I really just need to pause for a moment to say thank you.
Some of my dearest friends back in the Queen City have graciously opened their homes for a night — and sometimes more — when I’ve been in town on the weekend or for a not-strictly-business visit. Of course this means that I’m saving money (rather than getting a hotel room) but it also gives me the opportunity to spend good quality time with people. There’s something very intimate and special about waking up in someone’s home and starting your day with them.
To my friends Danny, Brandon, and Jen, I offer my sincerest of thanks. The generosity you’ve shown has been remarkable — and the times we’ve spent together at your homes have truly demonstrated the meaning of the phrase “home is where the heart is.” Because truly, you all have a very special place in my heart, and I always feel at home when you are near.
Oh, and I’m sorry for never making the bed. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t do it in my own home either.