Yesterday I had lunch with an old friend. Almost all of my friends here are folks I went to school with . . some since first grade but one friend, Eileen, I met back in the mid – late 70’s. We’ve been friends for about 40 years and I always try to get together with her when I’m in town. We always have so much fun together. Even though I don’t get to see her nearly, we always pick up right where we left off. She wants to learn to knit hats and make them to donate to a group here who helps homeless so I told her the next time I come, I’ll bring yarn and spend a night or two at her house and we’ll knit hats. The problem is . . really NOT a problem at all . . if I’m not driving, we end up drinking wine, then we don’t do anything but giggle all night.
We ate, we went to Hobby Lobby and walked around, picked up a few fun things, then we may have gone by Great Harvest Bread and had a sample of King Cake. A very small sample.
My time here is going by too quickly. It’s almost time to leave. I still have friends who want to go to lunch but I’ve run out of days.
Why is it so hard to leave everywhere I visit? Is that a sign that it’s time for us to move? Or, is it a sign that I just get too attached to family and friends and it’s hard to leave them and go back home?