Dear Diary,

I have perfected the art of walking along the cobblestone on river street in six inch heels. Be proud.

Went to the RMH dinner cruise tonight, and it was cold and beautiful. The river looks so much better at night than it does in the daylight. Savannah is strange and somewhat multi-cultured, and it has grown on me in pretty much the same way sushi has. I can't help but appreciate how much this tiny coastal city has allowed me to grow, and when I look back one day ( I always do)-Savannah memories will elicit many a wistful smile.

Denniece is moving back to Covington in December and I feel like these last few weeks with her are fleeting. I am not prepared to have her faraway, but I am grateful, immensely grateful for having experienced the kind of friendship that makes separation hard.

I know I am brooding a little tonight; brooding at the universe's amazing ability to smile upon me even when she is being a narcissistic little witch.

**quote from the kind voice in my head**: The good thing about remembering your mistakes is that you get to be thankful for not being in that place anymore. Gratitude trumps regret, gives meaning to Amazing Grace.

I would quote the not so kind voice in my head but what good would that add to the world?

goodnight then.