overdue.
relays. i love them. i enjoy that funny little city. i enjoy the fact that old friends have an integrity to their personality that allows for quick catch up. they're still them. i'm still me. though we've grown and such. four years of history there is quite something. and a year away from it was hard. i don't want to go back, but i'm glad i visited. i'm glad people are still people. athletes still amaze me. and not getting to see some friends still disappoints me. it was good to see the people i'll know regardless of whether i see them and it was good to see people i wouldn't have any contact with if i didn't run into them. part of my heart is definitely in dm. odd as that sounds for an altitude landscape girl. instyle editor inspired me. encouraged me. though i barely met her. it was impowering. chatting with girlfriends while warming after sitting at the races, and napping on couches, and yelling over noisy music downtown outside, and gin and tonic and artichokes at court avenue, and turkey legs, and kettle korn, and forgetting to buy a tshirt, and creaky wooden floors, and a gracious out of town roommate's room and bed, and a step show, and designy stuff, and student magazines, and graduate advice, and new mall green pants, and old friend memories. driving was insane, and so refreshing. open spaces. aggressive moves. ice cream in lincoln. praying, listening to galatians, contemplating the rest of my life from here. crying. laughing. singing. i'm so glad i went and so glad to be back. like i get to start anew again. free.