Greenville

Last weekend Michael and I went to Greenville to meet one of my best friends and her boyfriend for lunch as they were heading up to Michigan. Sounds weird, I know. But both came from Boston, one to Charleston, driving up to Greenville to get the other on their way north. Anyway, we had a really great time catching up, joking around, and overall just enjoying each other's company (and great food). It was kind of like the good old days (except plus one, in a different location, and instead of marching band or college exams, the conversation consisted largely of traffic, job searching, and budgets).

This is really the only picture I took all weekend. I'm sorry. One day I'll get my act together.

I discovered on this trip how much I really miss my best and closest friends (scattered all over the Eastern US since we've graduated). I cannot, in truth, say that I enjoy being so far from them or catching up so rarely due to my complete distaste for telephones. I try, but it's not very easy or terribly effective. And honestly, as an introvert, this does not often bother me. But I did not enjoy saying another goodbye until who-knows-when next time.

I've also really missed Greenville. I never thought I'd say that but I miss so much about it that I didn't even realize. Mostly the wonderful community I had there in college. I knew we had something really awesome that I would not have found anywhere else and it was by far, without a doubt, the best choice for me. I appreciated every moment of it, good and bad, and felt good about that so I didn't feel any remorse leaving it behind. But even though a lot of that community has gone I still just really enjoy being back there. It was the first place that ever felt like a home away from home for me. It's also the perfect distance from anywhere else I would want to be. It was kind of like slipping back into a pair of worn, familiar sweatpants. And I liked it. It was nice to go back and see that old friend, too. I kind of missed hanging out.