Because we are going to my friend Mathew's wedding in November and then back out to Denver for Christmas, we decided not to try to plan a visit this summer. At the moment we're paying off some debts while simultaneously saving to buy a California house of our own, which makes things just a little bit tight around here. Two trips in a year is pretty much all we can do.
But I'm really missing my friends so much. I keep finding myself choked up by how lonely I am for them. Friendships like these take decades to form. I have been friends with Siet since I was 11 and next year will mark 20 years since I met Mathew. Their spouses are all so similar to Jay and when we visit everyone has so much fun and there are so many people who come together. It's just food and music and adventures and long, long, long conversations that twist into new conversations and the kind of laughter that could make you pee your pants if you're not careful. It's like one giant, never-ending dinner party. I never feel as loved as I do when we're in Denver.
Sigh.
I am homesick.
