Things to remember from this weekend:
- The immediate feeling of forgetting what the city is like. Accepting it's a different world.
- Hug attack when my girl saw me.
- "I'm glad you made it," from her mom.
- Gossip sessions with everyone. Hearing their redemption stories.
- Swimming in the lake. Even if I didn't jump off the cliff.
- Wandering trails a mile from where I used to live, but never knew about.
- Being told, "It's good you left when you did."
- Sprinkle ice cream cones and cheese balls.
- Telling the Hallmark movie it's being ridiculous for not having any mud
on the cars driving a dirt road to camp. Looking at my dust-covered
rental as proof.
- Getting to know my replacement. A year after she's been replaced.
- Sitting outside writing the goodbye letters.
- Shout-out during the graduation speech.
- Nicknaming my girl's friend within minutes of meeting him.
- Meeting my other girl's fiance.
- Worrying about their future. Even the ones you don't worry about, you do.
- Seeing past graduates. The one home from military for a few weeks. The baby-daddy holding his kid. The college-girl set to graduate. The runaway this time honestly released from jail. The college freshman pumped for next year. The gangsters chilling.
- "I knew this is what you were getting me." "Good. I mean, I told you years ago. Had to look hard to get the right color pink."
- Interrupting conversation every few minutes with, "Wow. You really can see the eclipse."
- Failed cell phone calls. Of course.
- Cooking with the roommate. Because we miss doing that.
- Getting a warning for speeding. Despite a rental car and an out of state license.
- Realizing I never spent time in the city when I lived here. Driving new routes, discovering better food, exploring new parks.
- Reconsidering calling a place this size a city.
- Reading this post in the airport. Watching the video. Finally starting my cathartic cry.
[Edit: things that I forgot]
- Watching Grey’s and sharing a bottle of good wine, because that’s what we do.
- Going out stargazing. Deciding not to turn around, but to follow the other path back. Failing to find the other path. (Ooops.)
- 34 graduates. Optimistic 9 going away to college. Cross your fingers for that ninth one.
1 comment:
Awesome! I'm sure it was a really good, if a little bit hard, trip.
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