Well, here I am, sitting at my desk on a lovely Tuesday morning, trying to recover from yet another action-packed weekend. When I look back on the summer of 2013, I think that’s what I’ll remember – it was a summer of action. This time, though, instead of a family camping trip, the weekend revolved around time spent with great friends (and loads of good food, naturally).
One of my oldest and dearest friends is back in town. Well, not my town anymore, but I’ll get to that. See, she moved cross-country to sunny California after high school, putting a serious crimp in our hangout schedule. Last time she was back in Iowa and I actually got to see her was four years ago when her sister got married (sadly, she couldn’t make it back for my wedding a few months later – stupid circumstances). Clearly, we needed to get together again, and that’s exactly what happened this time, as she spent her trip to our hometown crashed on my couch. After the “excitement” I had at the beginning of July, this was just the sort of excitement I needed.