In Japan, Caitlin used to make the hour-long Thursday afternoon drive through the mountains and along the Seto Inland Sea to visit me for the night. We usually cooked dinner together, talked about our weeks, and sometimes drove to the almost empty mall to try on weird hats or buy tights, but we mostly were excited to curl up next to each other in my real bed, which is presumably still the best bed in Japan.
When I first moved to Nashville, my friends and I would take turns hosting Thursday night potluck dinners at our respective apartments. The nights were full of delicious food, wine, and lots of laughing. As time went on our schedules got busier and busier and it became difficult, somehow, to carve out that important time.
It's 10:00 on Thursday night, and I just finished putting together a last minute presentation for tomorrow afternoon. I ate a veggie burger, by myself, for dinner while frantically reading up on Vietnamese immigrants in Nashville.
At some point between September and now my job got really hard.
I miss waking up with nothing to do on Saturday and Sunday mornings in my big Japanese bed. I miss more time for friends.
I'm gonna work on this.