Tonight I miss my friends. I’ve been wandering around the west for three weeks now, experiencing defining characteristics of the west that I love and realizing that I miss them when I’m in Midwestia: Dry Heat, No Ticks, Star-filled Skies, Vistas, Red Rocks, the Smell of Sage, Lizards. But tonight I realized what I miss most about the west is the friendships I cultivated and pruned and reaped the rewards of for 14 years.
Tonight Stacy and Brian and (surprise!) Lauren joined me and my advisor for dinner at Calf Creek: they brought Halibut that Brian had caught on a fishing trip to Alaska with pesto and lemon pepper, wild rice with mushrooms, a lovely pinot noir, spinach with croutons and sesame ginger dressing, and strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert. And memories and conversation to really sink your teeth into. Sigh.
As they left I felt to things: 1) like an idiot for not taking a picture to capture the moment and 2) very sad that such moments happen once every two years. Friendships like those are hard to come by—and it takes years to create enough memories to keep an evening’s conversation going. YEARS!
If only everything I need in life could exist within a five minute walking radius from my tent, I’d be the happiest woman in the world. More specifically if I could have one of this:
And some of these:
all in the same place, life would be perfect.
I need a Beam Me Up Scotty.
3 comments:
Amen.
Can we be there too? Please? I promise to keep Abby from screaming too much and Alex can keep a conversation going ForEver : )
...and when you move back west, it will be your Midwestia friends that you pine for.
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