Thursday night after work I threw a few essentials into a suitcase and got on the road to go visit Maya and Michael.
It's a trip that's been in the works for about two months now. I love them, and have wanted to visit them for a "just because" visit for ages.
It worked out just fine. I made good time and four hours later, arrived at their home. I have this thing about knowing the place a person is, being in it, so I have a sense of it when I'm not there. I was super excited to see their apartment, because I'd never been there before. They're both enormous parts of my life, and people I text with, call, bullshit on twitter, or otherwise insinuate myself as often as possible. So getting that extra little shot of juice of being in and knowing their home meant a lot to me. They've really made me feel super welcome. I'm catching up my blog from their house right now in fact.
I love them, they're family to me.