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�Krista� by Kevin So
She�s traveling alone to places never gone
People are just as kind here as in Memphis, Tennessee
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I suppose it�s the price you pay for having an unbelievable time with those you cherish as friends. It�s to be expected, and I should be used to this feeling by now. But I�m not.
The aching pain of missing someone.
But it�s not just one person. It�s a handful of people who�ve made my second trip to Boston this past weekend such a memorable one. I�m lucky to have such incredible people in my life. Much gratitude and love to my fellow college alumni and traveling comprades, Melysa, Dave, and Tae. I can�t remember the last time I laughed so hard with a group of people. Ultimately, we�ve come to the conclusion that between the four of us, we could win �Who Wants to be a Millionaire� with all the useless facts and trivia we know. We drooled over every scrumptious bite in Boston, taking every opportunity we had to enjoy the unique cafes and restaurants. I think I gained five pounds in 48 hours, and my tummy couldn�t be happier. =) The four of us never spent a minute apart throughout the entire trip. I usually go nuts if I don�t get a few hours to myself each day, but these three wacky pals of mine made every second of the trip one I will never forget. Dave, with his baffling theories behind the simplest of things (ie. why dogs stick their heads out the window). Tae, with his constant paranoia and deep, provoking thoughts (�It�s 8am. I wonder how long I can lay here before they try to wake me up.�). And Melysa, whose rationale always amuses me ("Generally, the longer the length of a car hood, the more it will appeal to men"). Her and I are almost as different as my sister and I are. But I think that�s why we compliment each other so well and why she remains to be one of my closest and dearest friends.
Then there are my favorite Bostonians whose hospitality, generosity, and friendship left me envious of the people who get to see them every day. Francis, for taking time out of his busy Saturday afternoon, to show us around Harvard Square. For informing us that the T didn�t shut down at 7:30pm. All that was required was that we pay a buck (I am such a country bumpkin =P). Thanks FF. Hope your presentation went well and that your new drum machine comes in handy (otherwise Linh and I will have to continue to harass you about your new album and you don�t want two crazy Virginians to get on your case, do you? =P). Now it�s your turn to come to D.C. Franklyn�s is expecting you. And then there�s Linny, whose generosity simply amazes me. Generous yet stubborn. She showed us the nightlife and despite her claim of being a terrible tour guide, did a wonderful job. But don�t let her sweet, innocent look fool you. She�s a monster when it comes to air hockey! She beat me without mercy, but I think she was actually going easy on me. Thanks Linny for everything. I don�t know what else to say because the extent of your generosity and hospitality baffle me. But in the meantime, you can be sure I�m polishing up my air hockey skills for our next match! =)
So finally after the long drive back home last night, Dave dropped me off in front of my apartment building. It was time to say farewell to the rest of the inseparable quartet, and I could feel my heart sink. But with hugs and smiles, I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and then walked away with one last glance as they drove off. After searching for and finally finding the keys in my purse, I stepped into my place anticipating to see the lovely faces of my beloved sister and brother. I flicked on the light switch and came home to an empty apartment (what has become a very familiar setting for me). I could smell leftovers in the kitchen, and my brother left the living room in the usual mess he does. I could immediately tell my sister had been out this past weekend, because her baby blue slip-on heels were sitting out front with the rest of the shoes (she only wears these on rare occasions). There were 5 new messages blinking on the answering machine. All for me. Listened to the intro of the first three and ended up pressing the �skip� button to speed through them. Played �repeat� on the last two. Jotted down some info on a scrap piece of paper. It was back to life as usual.
But ironically enough, it was at that moment that I realized how nice it was to be back home. I actually missed the crazy sis and annoying bro. I missed the silly best friends and wedding preparation craze. I missed my pillow and my guitar. I missed Kevin So�s songs. I missed typing my fingers away on the keyboard.
But this morning, I was reminded of what I didn�t miss at all. Those dreaded work Mondays. Argh.
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