Feeling loved

There is something ridiculously satisfying about driving home from Tahoe on a Wednesday afternoon. A car packed with good friends and lots of winter garb, to a place I've called home for the past 5 years.
It almost made worth,
every thankless overtime night I had ever pulled,
to be feeding guests with home grown vegetables and hacked risotto
and polishing off the most incredible peach pie shamelessly, effortlessly

As a perfect day of laughs and memories drew to a close,
Boards and bags swapped cars, and goodbyes said
I was left with a peacefully sweet feeling that somethings never go away
even if everything you know does

Of how our interactions shape us
and how you'll never really leave your friends behind
because you carry bits of them, in the ways you think and laugh,
wherever life takes you

Here's to algae-fed eggs and closing out northstar on snowshoes