Sometimes, even if you really, really, really, REALLY want something, it still doesn’t happen. One of my good friends from university is getting married in June. I would love to go, as I haven’t seen so many of these friends since my wedding two years ago or since I left that university in 2004. That’s a long time to go without seeing some great friends. Still, we are not able to go, despite how much I would love it.
So, what’s a girl to do?
Instead, I think I’m going to treat my town — a veritable ghost town now that all the college students have gone home for the summer — like a vacation. I’m going to see it through a tourist’s eyes, something I have never done before despite wanting to. This, though, is a more manageable dream. I can visit all the coffee shops and lunch spots I’ve been dying to hit, wander through museums I’ve only ever walked by, hear live music in all the great venues my town has to offer.
I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but somehow I never got around to it. This is the perfect chance, though, to do it. Not only does it serve as a substitute to not one but two friends’ weddings I would love to attend, but it also provides my husband and I the chance to make new memories here, to make this town our own.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to spend the summer here. Imagine that.