I’m not sure if being away felt immensely long, or passed in the blink of an eye, but if ‘my’ brewery is anything to go by, it was more blink-y than immense.
A couple of times I’ve been in since I returned. How much writing have I done?
Err…
Well…
I know all the regulars, you see…
Okay, okay: none. Not a bit.
I’ll tell you what, however: the week-long welcome home has been fantastic. It is easy to get so focused on what I gained up in Yellowstone that I forget what I left behind. The camaraderie and brotherhood is different, but no less strong.
As much as I loved the Taiwanese kids up there, as hopeful and happy as they were, do I love the Wal-Mart contingent down here…as bitter and cynical as they are.
Add in John and his dogs the size of horses…and Rob and his inability to admit just how big a nerd he is…Aaron’s vampire-like inability to tolerate sunlight…Don’s constant shit-eating grin now that he’s found real love…Travis’ beer-centric nerdism that still makes me jealous…
It was like I’d never left. Surely, it couldn’t have been almost six months since I’d been here..could it?
Yes, it was…and don’t call me Shirley.
Couldn’t stop myself – sorry about that.
Bad jokes in reference to old(ish) movies? Yep, I’ve come home alright.
I love everything I lived up in Yellowstone, from the park to the people to the insanity of the whole thing. I loved it, in fact, enough to commit to returning next year…but there is a very good reason why this place is still home.
The traffic sucks…the prices suck…the mobs of people suck…but it’s home nonetheless.
By the way, you’ll never really know you’re home until you have a 135-pound Great Dane get so excited to see you, she turns again into a tiny puppy. And, yes, I do indeed have the bruises to prove it…