I spent 2.5 hours on the phone with my friend and old roommate Sam tonight. We haven’t talked in months, really. She’s my lawyer friend, who just started doing loan modifications and home loss mitigation law, so she’s been sending me all of the links to Wisconsin real estate laws so that I can fight my mortgage company, while I’ve been feeding her medical information on how to read an MRI report. Fun times, being adults.

Anyway, by the end of the conversation, I was craving enchiladas and mint chocolate chip ice cream. And wishing that I had taken pictures of our old stone coffee table. So instead, I settled for a cuddle with this:

(A sneak peak at the pics of my apartment that eventually I’ll take and post here).

I’m not necessarily homesick tonight, more “college sick”. It’s quite amazing, really, to think that I graduated from college 10 years ago, a DECADE ago; almost 15 years since I met these people who I call friends but who live as family in my heart. It feels like yesterday, when we were sitting in our little apartment, eating enchiladas directly from the pan, while peeping toms were looking through the window (seriously, how did we live in such a getto place?).

My dear Susan is coming to visit me this weekend (she flies in tomorrow, but because of work, I won’t be seeing her until Saturday). We’re going to have 4 whole days together, just me and her, like it was in the old days, pre kids, pre med school, pre marriage, pre foreclosure threat, pre electricity and running water. Superduper excited. 🙂