I miss my friends. Virtual hang outs are all well and good, but I miss being in their physical presence. I miss hearing them laugh. Leaning close at a restaurant because the story you’re about to tell isn’t fit for other’s ears. I miss the hugs.
I’m still keeping in touch with as many people as possible, either through text, Zoom, FaceTime, Snapchat, whatever. But it’s not the same. For as many times I say that I’m not a hugger, I totally am with my close friends. My friend Caleb gives the best hugs. And I miss them.
Other than Mike, I’ve had physical contact with one other person – a work friend that in a moment of not thinking, hugged it out. I miss that.
I guess on some level you don’t realize how much other people impact your life until they’re not there, or in this case not actually able to physically see them.
We were planning a party for June. Kind of a joint birthday/beginning of summer/we survived the pandemic party. Now, who knows if we can actually have it? I was really looking forward to getting all of our nearest and dearest together to drink, eat, shoot off some fireworks, and just enjoy being together.
I get it, I do. I deal with it every day at work. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck.