yesterday afternoon, I was driving through the crowded streets of Portland, scoping out a few shops I wanted to check out this weekend. in the middle of the rush hour traffic, happy hour drinkers, and after work shoppers, I noticed two girls sitting outside a little cafe, enjoying a martini together, and what looked like a great conversation. their smiles brought a bit of sadness to my face as I pictured my girlfriends back in Florida. such dear friends of mine, yet so far away. I miss the martini nights. I miss talking in silly voices. I miss marathon concert nights. I miss laughing at the silly things our boyfriends and cats do.
I guess it really hadn’t hit me yet.