The sun is hot. My nose is sunburned. The air conditioning has been turned on. And there are dozens of people outside my apartment every night. It doesn't really compare to the night games we use to play every summer night on Lancaster Street. Or to the Sunday nights with Kristy watching 8 seconds. Or the trips to American Falls reservoir to ski in the banana boat. Or to the consecutive sleepovers, where water balloons were always involved.
However, it feels like summer.
Finally.
Though I am swamped with my internship duties and finding time to actually make some money at my second job, I am enjoying every minute of it. Surprisingly enough, I am making new friends and trying to be social, rather than sit in my room and think about when 'certain things will happen.'
I made the trek to Idaho for the 240938709 time for memorial day weekend. And took pictures along the way.
The four days were spent with none other than my family. And Kristy. Who is practically family.
We watched the food network, packed up her classroom, went to a reception, and fell asleep watching movies.
When I come home to Pocatello I like to see a handful of people. My family, my cousins, grandparents, and her. She is the oldest friend I have. And the best. People usually tell us we act like brother or sister or that we should get married. I've yet to hear someone suggest both. Thankfully.
The rest of the time was spent barbequing with my closest family. Two barbeques to be exact. One on Saturday and one on Sunday. The only picture that turned out from those days just happened to be the one that I wanted to turn out. It's been a long time since Aubrey, Whitney and I have taken a picture together. Probably since before they each had two kids.
We need to start taking more. Maybe this weekend . . . if they are around.
Garr,
ReplyDeleteI love that post and miss you. Please return home and come out with us on the banana boat. It wouldn't be the same without you.