It’s strange how sometimes it takes a thousand or more miles from home to realize how much we love home, and how instrumental the people back at home are in our calling it home. I miss my people. I’m sure it’s just down day blues, since I just got out of the mountains and off a decently big alpine trip in the Wind River Range, but I can’t deny that it sure would be nice to be at Daryl and Melinda’s house, or laughing until my kidneys cramped with my Mom and Grandpa in Jamul.
There are all sorts of places that I can go from here, and I find myself hesitant to move further North or East. Maybe it’s just that it’s so forced, or like I said before maybe it’s just that I have down day blues. I’m coming down off an alpine high. I’m sure once I start the wheels back up and head on out to Jackson I’ll be just as psyched as I was starting. As it is, I get to see a friend that I am very excited to see, and as a bonus to that we get to go climbing in the Tetons and enjoy the mountains–the place we really met–again.
I guess it all comes down to company. I’m such a touchy creature, because if you move to close I tell you that you’re invading my space and to **** off, but if I drift out too far I become lonesome. I would be a fool to think that isolation, or permanent solitude would ever be a viable solution. I could just stand up and face myself and my immaturity. I could appreciate the people that I have in my life, and be honest with myself, and that San Diego would not be home, like Lander is not home, if I didn’t have the people I have there.
Oh yes, I can’t convey how important you all are to me. When people ask me about San Diego it’s not the beach that I describe, or the mountains that are 30 minutes away, or the world class rock climbing in East County, but instead about the good times with my closest friends. When I think of all the amazing sunsets I’ve seen in my life, it’s not the sunsets that I remember, but the experience of being with people to enjoy them with.
But I’m not in San Diego, and I’m not going back for awhile yet, so I’ll sip on this Chai Latte at Crux Coffee on Main St., which is the best Chai Latte I’ve ever had.
You know what the best part of my day was last night? That I was able to talk to one of my best friends, Lee, and she was happy to hear from me. She missed my call, but she returned it soon after.
You know what the best part of my day was today? That I called one of my best friends, Daryl, and he picked up, and he was happy to hear from me. We talked, we laughed, and we listened.
This afternoon I was walking down Second St. in Lander towards Main St. and I checked a voicemail from one of my best friends, Chris, and it made me so happy to recognize his love for me, and also my love for him. And you did miss my birthday, bruv.
It hasn’t always been that way. I guess sometimes I have to forget about the audience, and I have to remember why I started this thing in the first place–for me.
This is one of those posts.
This is what it’s about.
On a gloomy Saturday evening at a local coffee shop in Lander.
Sipping on the best Chai Latte ever created.