A week ago I found myself standing in Boise, Idaho for the second time in my life. I never imagined myself spending time in this place, but there I was. And for a good reason too. My dear friends Frankie, Jess and Amy now reside in this strange, quiet city. So, what choice do I have if I ever want to see them again? None I tell you, none. Understand I have not seen Frankie since she moved away this past October, which is the longest I have gone without seeing her in probably 3 years. So weird.
It obviously felt amazing to see them all. People often say that when they see good friends after a long time it feels like only yesterday, and they can pick back up right where they left off. I think that’s half true. We definitely had an easy time hanging out, but it was hard to ignore all the time that had passed. So many changes, new beau, new friends, new ‘do. Definitely the new start she was looking for, I can tell. But seriously, this trip was just what I needed, some time away to clear my head and relax with some of my favorite people on this planet.
Look at these two monkeys, ready to cause some trouble.
It’s beer o’clock for shure.
From the flight in, so damn beautiful. I am probably thinking about how bad I want to go climb all of those.
Leave it to me to find and wander into a letterpress studio in Boise. Oh hai underwood typewriter!
For Jess.
Family dinner.
Call your girlfriend. Yes we listened to Robyn. A lot. And we danced. A lot. And we watched Pineapple Express and were ridiculous and quoted the entire thing. “Don’t”.
Took a lot of video, am working on splicing together. But I can’t post video on here, so I will have to figure it out. Be patient.
Yellow house spotted on our walk before I left.
The flight home felt so strange. I tried to take a picture that captured what I was seeing you guys, but it just didn’t work at all. It was the most beautiful, eerie thing I’ve seen in my life. It just looked like there was no end, to anything. Everything was blending together, you couldn’t see the ground, it was covered by a blanket of clouds. The book I brought with me (The Marriage Plot) was reaching its climax, and things were going so great until, inexplicably, I started to cry– not enough for anyone to notice– just a little. This book is too real I think, just a little too true, and I couldn’t quite handle it given the circumstances. Ok, and maybe I was listening to the sad music mix on my iPod too. Shut up.
I just feel so lucky to have so many amazing people in my life. Every single day I can’t believe it. I honestly can’t wait to go back you guys.
“She was petrified of becoming the half-alive person she’d been before.”
I haven’t read a book like this in a long time. I can’t explain how it’s making me feel. I know I like love it.
