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  • Writer's pictureDillan Taylor

A friendly weekend

It’s always a bittersweet morning when a friend leaves after visiting for the weekend.

When he arrived on Thursday night, I thought, Wow, we have three nights. He’ll be here forever!

But as happens every time, the weekend flew by and before I knew it I was hugging him goodbye.

He left me with some insight as he packed up his stuff. He said it rarely feels like his trips last the perfect amount of time; it’s either not enough time or too much. “I prefer when it feels like I wish I had more time. I remember the trips purely as fun, with zero frustration. Also, it makes me excited for the next one.”

It certainly wasn’t enough time…I am looking forward to the next one.

Visit your friends.


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