Greetings M.R. Gavin,
I’m finding myself very unproductive at the moment, so I thought I’d write to you. Seeing as we spent the weekend together, I don’t have a whole lot to tell you that you don’t already know. My birthday has passed. The holiday weekend is over. Everyone is back to their day jobs, counting down to vacation.
As much as I enjoy getting to sleep in on a random Monday in May, I kind of resent Memorial Day. Everyone came home for the weekend; we sat on the patio and laughed at family stories. We cuddled with pups and ate greasy diner food. All in all, it was a great time. It just wasn’t enough time.
Memorial Day weekend gave me a glimpse of what it would be like if our whole family lived close by. We could be like one of those crazy families in movies and TV dramas that gather for dinner every Sunday and have a standing breakfast date on Wednesday mornings. We could stop by with leftover birthday cake or to borrow that navy sweater you wore that one time.
A few days is just enough time to remind you how fluffy the family dog is and how sassy Grams is. Its enough time to make you want more and to be disappointed when its over as soon as its started. And then you go back to your life – your apartment, your job, your respective pin on the map – and you miss everyone ten times more than you did on Friday.
I need time to hang out, laugh, eat, and THEN get sick of you and WANT to go back to my separate corner of the globe.
See you in a couple months.