I won’t always miss the 114 degree days we’ve been having but I’ll miss the monsoons that follow. The camping trips, shooting guns, rocking the quads, wakeboarding in March, scorpion hunting, floating the river, Mariokart on the big screen, karaoke, TNDC, trips to Utah, concealed weapons permits, Dashboard Confessional concerts,
The Waffle House at 2am, sporting events, driving with the windows down in December, and kicking it with my peeps... Needless to say I am sad to go. I would gladly stay if I had the ways or means but alas…I do not. I must go.
On to Utah. I make my journey in less than a week. I leave abruptly. I feel like I should be staying longer so I can say my last goodbyes. There always seems to be unfinished business.