Hello dear readers,
This May I returned to my beloved Durham after a couple of years in Chapel Hill. While Chapel Hill is completely lovely and I was a blissful 5 minute walk to Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen, Durham is just totally the jam (for me. This isn’t a competition, folks). And last weekend Durham’s Pride Parade reminded me just how happy I am to be home. Let me set the scene—gorgeous day, sun’s shining, people are smiling, rainbows everywhere. I convinced a dear friend to make the trek from Carrboro and we strolled from my adorable neighborhood over to Ninth street where my amazing sister-in-law was saving us a table in front of Dain’s (while gracefully rocking some interstellar tights). This was one of those afternoons that you daydream about when you’re 15 and wanting to be an adult: front row seats, tater tots smothered in bacon and jalapenos and cheddar, friends and family everywhere, and really joyful people being really nice to each other. I don’t have any great insights to share, just the saccharine observation that connection and inclusion and celebrating one another feels great and can make us feel like life is a deeply gorgeous process. Now pictures:
And now the parade!