It keeps you running

This morning I'm kind of going through homesickness, in this really weird way. I haven't even left Minneapolis yet, and already I miss it - and everyone in it - so much that I kind of want to cry.

I blame my friends. You know that thing where you have one of the greatest nights, and the rest of your life, every time you think about it, you get kind of nostalgic and wistful and sad because you know that the stars are never really going to align exactly like that again? That's what Saturday night was like. Chels, Matt, and Karah threw me the most fantastic going-away party ever - beers, campfire, an easy listening playlist, and most of my best friends in attendance - and even though every night with them is epic in some way, Saturday night makes the Top Ten list. And I know that I'm going to see them again in a few weeks, but right now - as I sit in a Starbucks, trying to finish up some work before I pick up my friend Adam from the airport and head north - I'm missing them so much that my chest feels tight and achy from trying not to cry. Listening to the Doobie Brothers also doesn't help...reminders of good times with friends is a little painful when you're staring down the barrel of a somewhat-hermit-like summer existence.

And I'm excited to go, I'm excited for this summer. It's going to be pretty revolutionary for me - and every area of my life - to be up there. But right now I'm wondering why I ever thought this would be a good idea, and if, instead of gong up north, I can maybe just buy a tent and live in the Slawson's backyard for the rest of the summer so I can always have them around, all the time.