About the middle of the summer hit and I realized that I needed to see my friends in the Midwest. I am addicted to them, you see, and I needed a hit. Badly. I love it out here in the West, but I sometimes wonder what I am doing here, because they are there. On the other hand, as much as I creepily* attached to them, I have to remember that we do in fact have to each live our own lives.
Anyway, I started to think about the fact that Labor Day is a long weekend, and if I took Friday off it would be an even longer weekend, especially when combined with the Thursday that I already had off. Not only that, but one of my friends had a birthday earlier in the week, and my parents' anniversary was on Friday. Perfect weekend to head back? I think so.
So another friend and I hatched up a little plot to surprise the birthday girl, and we decided to surprise everyone else, too, just for the fun of it. Wednesday night I was off to the airport, ready for the weekend with friends. It was beyond wonderful to see them all, and we definitely surprised them! I also got to practice taking pictures of kids instead of mountains. The kids don't hold still quite as long as the mountains do...
It was so good to spend long days chasing butterflies, playing whatever little games presented themselves, talking about anything and everything, going out for sushi and frozen yogurt and going to said friends birthday party. And food! Besides my favorite sushi place, the weekend included things like french dip sandwiches and oreo delight. Surprisingly, I'm up two pounds.
I loved to visit, I hated to leave, but I also remembered why I am here and not there. For now, as much as I hate missing out on so much that is going on "back home", and as much as I really hate not seeing family and friends more often, for now this is my place to wait. Every time I leave, I leave little pieces of me behind with them, but I also don't know how I could leave my mountains either.
*Inside joke. I'm really not too creepy.