To Each Her Own

This is the account of how I reunited with my best friends after 4.5 months of treacherous time apart.

First, Kaylee hitches a ride from Rexburg, Idaho to the great city of Salt Lake in the great state of Utah. A four hour (five with the snow, Kaylee would add) ride with people she does not know, no less. I could not do it. To each her own, I say.

Second, Kaylee sits in the Salt Lake City airport all night because she has a stand-by ticket and by-golly, she was getting to Arkansas. Which she does, because if she did not this story would abruptly end right about now.

Third, Kaylee arrives in the diamond of the south (oh I’m a jokester) and is forced to spend quality time with her parents. Ok, I’m sure she wasn’t forced. But the rest of us were waiting with shaking hands. SHAKING HANDS, mama and papa Duke. Feel guilty.

Fourth, I drive to Katie’s house and she chauffeurs us up the hill, down the hill, and around the bend to Kaylee’s house. I jump out of the car, run to the door, see my long lost Idahoan best friend, and scream.

If you have lost track of who is now present, it’s Katie, Kaylee, Morgan, and Me.

Fifth, we hug and decide to go to Starbuck’s.

Sixth, Emma meets us at Starbuck’s. The five of us together at last. The only thing I can relate the feeling to would be swimming in fluffy marshmallow sauce on a warm spring day in Hawaii. What? You haven’t done that? Like I said, to each her own.

Seventh, we order coffee and sit at a small round table and talk, talk, talk.

Eight, it felt like she had never been gone. It felt like a weekend had passed since the five of us were together last.

What’s that old saying?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.