You Can't Go Back

This seems to be one of Bolder's favorite sayings. He said that to me when I told him I was planning on going home for 5 weeks this summer.

And you know what? He's right. You may be able to physically 'go home', but mentally you'll never be there again. Where you're from is no longer home; home is where you've created a life for yourself.

I'm having a good time here. Aside from the occasional sisterly blowout (yes, I took my head out of my ass and apologized), it's been really nice to relax and spend some time with my family.

But it doesn't feel like home. And 5 weeks is a long time.

I had premonitions of these feelings, and so I planned some trips. Later in the month, I'm heading to Houston to see Greyhound and family, and I'll definitely head into New Orleans at some point. The city needs and deserves a visit.

But today, I'm heading to Colorado to visit my friend Bolder, and I'm lucky enough to be able to arrange a time to see Stronger and Chris as well.

I've been wanting to spend some time with Bolder for a long time now (not only did he trust me with his phone number, but he always answers the phone when I call, even if he knows perfectly well I'm just calling to complain about the same damn things for the millionth time). I thought I'd get to see more of Bolder at Wildflower, but since that didn't work out...well, I'm taking him up on his consistent couch-crashing offers; I'm taking matters into my own hands and I'm going to visit.

I'll be back on Tuesday. I hope to write something before then (or at least post some pictures), but if I don't have the chance...have a great weekend and when I get back I'll let you know just how dorky Bolder is!