It seems like I've been waiting for tomorrow to arrive for ages. Not only have I worked another grueling eight-day stretch in a row and am approaching a blissful four-day off stretch starting Friday, but I will have the next three of those days to spend with two of my closest girl friends who are visiting the area for the weekend.
Timberly is returning home from Nebraska for her bridal shower and Gisela is taking the train in from Philadelphia to attend and, more importantly, test out our newly renovated guest room. Of all the people who will ever stay in it, she will appreciate the decor and how absolutely bold it is for my traditionally muted-tones taste.
I'm not looking forward to anything in particular, just having them around is enough. When I stopped to think about how long it's been since I've seen them, it literally blew my mind how much my life has changed in four years. When I first moved to Pennsylvania, I didn't know anyone. I met Timberly and Gisela shortly thereafter and we instantly clicked. It didn't hurt that we were all practically neighbors, so we started hanging out regularly. Having them walk into my apartment without knocking used to be a regular occurrence.
I miss that.
And even though we've managed to keep in touch over the phone and all the other ways that having a computer and an Internet connection bring, it's not the same as just flopping down on the couch and catching up.
Tomorrow -- before dinner plans, before pre-wedding celebrations, before other people join us -- I'll have both of them hanging out in my living room again. Just the three of us.
And that makes my heart feel full.