I snuggled into bed eating the Reese's eggs Muff had decorated my guest room with. Trying to inch closer to Richmond. Super sunny here--I swam in the pool because I have one. My elementary school self would gasp at the idea that I don't jump in this body of clear water at least once a day, every day.
But, oh, I unpacked my suitcase and a tiny note "Love you so much" unearthed itself. Oh, just less than 24 hours ago I was in that white living room with one lamp on in Virginia, eating Spring Oreos with these PEOPLE, these LOVING PEOPLE. Oh, I suppose there are far worse fates to love so many people from so many different places, that no matter where you go, you're missing someone.
Hosts with the mosts.
Besties. Old Roommates. Love.
Cherry blossoms on the ground.
I mean, there are worse fates, but right now, I miss my dear friends.
I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save.
