About a week ago I wrote to my friends..I heard that old country song about the summertime blues. Before now I have never understood what this could possibly be written about...what a dumb song, summer is great! No school. Beautiful weather. Sleeping in late. Being with friends. Cookouts. Honestly, what could be better? But now it is so clear to me. I relate to that song. Perhaps there is something wrong with me, but summer isn't all its cracked up to be for me anymore. I used to spend it out in the sun all day playing softball with my friends. I used to go swimming in the heat of the day. I used to go fishing or camping out with the boys. But now its all changed. I work Monday-Friday 8:00-4:30...many days I go work at the tanning salon after my job at the University. I get home around 8:30 and I'm ready to crash. My mom says, "welcome to the real world (talking about my job)." I don't care to work. I've always enjoyed working. Perhaps I work too much. The blues come from missing my friends. If I had friends to come home to after work I would be okay. If I had friends to show up and surprise me on lunch break it would be okay. but my BEST friends aren't here in Huntington with me. My BEST friends are doing the same thing I am doing, day in and day out. While I do have friends here, seeing them doesn't make or break my day. When my days were rough at school, I could look forward to coming back for those late night chats..or late night runs to the C-store..About a year ago, I stood in the mall with my mom and talked to her good friend, John Hogg. He tried to tell me that Morehead would become my home, I laughed...tossed that idea over my shoulder. But here I am missing my home. Missing my friends. The highlight of my day is the 10K emails from my girls or late night phone calls. I guess this is what is meant by the summertime blues.