  To All The Ones I've Loved Before (and still do) Was it Julio or Willie who penned this song? In any case, I'm suffering from the debilitating pre-move jitters. All of a sudden my euphoria leads to paranoia and pangs of homesickness. I haven't even left yet. I know this will pass. It always does, but usually in a fit of tears and subsequent hiccups and laughter. This Monday and Tuesday I spent time with my best buddy Jenna. Usually time with her makes me wish I could make living next door to her my life long pursuit. We slept in, ate pancakes with strawberries, shopped at Goodwill and Blackberry Exchange in Columbia, Mo., met up with her boyfriend Ed at the pool, wore wonderful swim suits, ate deep-fried country fixins at Huerr's (a must for any fan of the chicken fried steak; however Jenna was good and ate a grilled chicken sandwich. ), went to The Pinnacles ("Columbia's mini Utah," says Jenna. ), watched Sex and the City , Episode 6, fell asleep in Jenna's bed and wished that I didn't have to go home Tuesday morning. It was bliss and all friendships, all relationships I hope can be as good as this, or at least have a couple moments like them.
Lord knows there are a couple in my life that I'm not too good at fostering, but I am trying. (As wimpy and excuse-driven as that may sound. ) I miss a lot of you already. I hope, in my absence, I become an even better friend, daughter, sister, whatever. 
