What a weekend

This weekend I dropped everything and drove to see my friend Molly in Ithaca.

I have been close friends with Molly for 7 years now.
(7 is actually kind of an inside-joke for us.
Maybe this year will be kind of an inside-joke for us.)

What does Molly mean to me?
-She is the teacher of pretty things in my life. The words Aesthetically Pleasing can sum up everything I've learned from her. For example, this typewriter, which she owns, is extremely aesthetically pleasing.
-She is the dreamer of dreams. Molly has a beautiful imagination. She has a whole estate full of beautiful dreams. Known as the "L-house", which is so much more than a house, or place, but is really a concept and a hope and feeling that lives somewhere between her sternum and 2 scapulas.
-She is a great planner and gift-giver. My two favorite gifts from Molly were a Polaroid camera(a few years before Polaroid film was discontinued)and this book, a companion to The Secret Language of Birthdays. (Birthdays are also kind of an inside joke for us as is the book)



[as you can see, the Polaroids are a primary source in the decoration of my room]

So I went to Ithaca. Because a man named Jon needed a ride to Philly. And I wanted to give it to him. I met Jon because he was playing with Seth Martin as a Mender.
It was a really nice drive with interesting conversation, burritos, and beautiful hospitality via CircleofHope community members in Kensington, Philadelphia. and a stop at this coffeehouse called Leotah's Place.

I really enjoy Ithaca, the view of the mountains and lake Cayuga. And I really enjoy Molly and all her friends. The visit was short, but the time was sweet.

I made it back to Harrisonburg in time for MACRoCK, to see Brooke Waggoner and Timbre

I went to bed around 2am and woke up in the morning to drive to see my sister in Richmond. She and her boyfriend Karl were in town from Chicago where they live. We met my mom and stepdad, Steve, here to have a nice and good dinner.

Driving back Home, I stopped in Charlottesville to visit my new friend, Hunter and drink some rooibos.

It was a full weekend that confirmed the fact that I don't ever get sick of people. I am inherently social. Yet still consider myself to be more introverted at my core.

What are you? An intro or extro?