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My weekends away

 Years ago i used to go away for the weekend with my bf, and a bunch of friends pretty regularly.  Especially in the winter.  I'd pack us up to go and after work we would hit the road for New Hampshire or Vermont.  I have very fond memories of those weekends spent with people we love.

I'm not a daredevil or sporty person.  I'm a bookworm who likes to be left alone when reading.  So these weekends were really nice.  They would all hit the trails or the slopes and i would stay in the cozy house with my book and lounge around relaxing (after cleaning up breakfast and later prepping for dinner).  One of the days the ladies would stay back and we would go shopping, puzzle making, and game playing.  I really valued that time with them.

It took me some time to realize a much as i used to enjoy the time alone with my bf on the ride up and back, those weekends were about friends, group activities, relaxing, sharing the chores of prepping and cleaning up meals and opening and closing the house.  We were all doing what we want, and doing what needed to be done......together.

Now......i go away to Milford.  I pack Miyagi, a suitcase, a bag of food/gifts/projects/decorations and my sleeping bag and hit the road after finishing work on a Friday.  Their neighbor must think i'm moving in because it takes several trips to unload my car.   This is the home of "my couple" because i'm close to both of them.  It's not "she's my girlfriend and he is her husband".  So Friday i arrive and walk into their house without knocking (i get yelled at) we exchange hugs wherever they happen to be (i don't get greeted like a guest at the door) then i drop my stuff all over their home and in "my" room.  We unload the bullshit of the week while having a drink, eat dinner, clean up, then have a few gummies and ........craft.  Well, usually thats just her and I time.  Then we go watch TV with him, she falls asleep in her recliner and he and i flip through youtube watching and talking about bands. 

When  i stay with them, there is usually a gathering of Shenanigans Saturday.  There are 8 of us now.  We eat, drink, gummie, laugh, play games, talk, and then they all leave and I stay the night.  It started with me staying over Saturday nights to help clean up and it turned into weekends with them because we just get along so well.  For two years they have invited me to their home in Florida and we have plans for next year already.

When you lose something that was such an important part of your life, like the weekends away with friends you love......it takes time to mourn the loss.  It will never be the same.  I thought i would never experience that kind of friendships again ( the ex got the friends and weekends away with my replacement but apparently she didn't get along with the woman.....) While i miss those days and get nostalgic about them, i eventually made new friends and over the years we have evolved into close friends.  Life is different, weekends away are different......but in many ways so much better.  

These are MY friends and no one can replace me, or them.  


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