One of my bestfriends got married yesterday and I wasn't there.
I'm having a hard time being here.
I am and I am not at the same time. I am much less homesick than I used to be; which is wonderful. And it's not everyday that I'd much rather move back to Portland. I'm getting used to this.
But I'm having a hard time living life without the people I can't live without. Like Ashley Waite. And my lovely mentor, Mary Liggett. How am I supposed to get mentored when I live 600 miles away? And people like Becca-no-longer-Quint, Carissa Richards and seriously ... the list can go for days.
I also miss Portland summers; the most wonderful thing ever. I miss wakeboarding on the most beautiful days with no agenda except to tear up the water, and get an amazing tan and chill with the best of friends. I miss Portland Timbers matches like no other. I miss the best job ever, being a camp leader at Camp Conestoga and getting paid almost nada. And I miss BARISTA, some serious legit coffee; SF has nothin' on Barista.
I guess I just miss home, but mostly the people.
And I'm thinking about moving back home, but who really knows what that means?