After thunder, lightning, hail, the trials and tribulations
of finals week, the moving out that comes afterwards, and a looooong drive
north, I am back in Missouri.
My friend Elisabeth and I started this tradition last semester
where whenever I would come home from Baylor, we would catch up over breakfast
in one of the local cafes. Even though I’m not a morning person, and my idea of
breakfast is usually running out the door with an apple in my mouth, it’s a lot
of fun to see what’s changed and what’s stayed the same.
In the fall, we’re both going to be art students.
Essentially, her major is my minor. Except she’s an art prodigy. In my family,
the only art prodigy is my mom, and I’m taking drawing lessons from her this
summer to try to find my art genes that I’ve hopefully inherited from her.
The morning was a gray and freezing type, but we were
giggling across steaming mugs of tea like long lost friends. Because, really. A
lot goes on while you’re away at college.
And it’s nice having a great friend to come home to.
Chatting with Elisabeth is like a breath of fresh air.
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