Sometimes I find that I am not honest with myself. I would be lying if I told any single person, stranger, acquaintance or actual friend, that my friends don’t mean the absolute world to me. I am a liar.

I have seen/had serious hanging hard time a total of two times in the last month. This is unacceptable to me. Yes, it’s true, I was on vacation for nearly two weeks. I came home and now I’ve been in Lincoln for nearly the same amount of time.  A part of me really wanted to move here to be with my duder. But, I find myself homesick these last couple of days, and I hate that feeling.

Love does strange things to people. Things that I don’t think I’ll ever fully comprehend. I am not complaining about having an awesome dude in my life. And I could take a moment to brag here, but I won’t… because that’s not the point of typing this whole thing out.

I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, and I most times don’t know where. But I have the most real and amazing friends in the whole entire world. We make up crazy band names and album titles. We are the Wednesday crew. We get things most people don’t. We’re all rad, awesome and funny in our own way. And I don’t want to give any of that up. It may be selfish, but I think that you have to take time to be such every once in a while.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that friends are crucial. And sometimes it takes being away from their amazingness that makes you realize just how incredible they really are.