Why I Travel Alot
Talking with hippo-friend, Christina, I had a kind of emotional moment this morning. She and I are emailing back and forth, and this thread is about favorite foods. I mentioned I plan to be home this weekend and may be able to cook some of those delicious things we were talking about (banana nut pancakes).
And I had this immediate, wrenching, sad sensation when I wrote that I plan to be home. I am going to be here in Atlanta this weekend, alone in the house, cooking brunch for myself -- before going to play goaltimate or something else Saturday afternoon.
And my realization was that I want to be back in DC, where I was a couple weeks ago -- enjoying meals and parties with the best friends in the world. And I want to be hanging out with them some more, seeing them and sleeping on the same pull-out couch mattress-on-the-basement floor with them, etc.
If I can't hang out with these friends, then at least I want to be traveling -- not stuck at home without anybody, ya know. So that's Why I Travel Alot.
3 comments:
Ben, those are great pictures from a great weekend. I was just talking to Ashley yesterday about how much we want y'all to come back! It's hard to be by yourself when you know that the people you love and care about are somewhere else. Having time to yourself is nice too. You can sing in the shower and walk around naked. Always fun. We'll be coming down for a tournament over spring break, so get excited for more adventures.
I hear you, Ben. The memories we make when we take those weekends away with our friends are ones that we treasure and relive for years. The weekends at home, while restful, never have *quite* the same good thoughts associated with them, but they probably need to happen in order for us to appreciate those memorable weekends.
I think we should look through our pictures, and play the game "were we drunk, or just weird?". I could lose a lot of money at that game...
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