What is sentimentality? I mean, I’m not a sentimental kind of guy. OK, maybe I’m a helpless romantic who cries at sappy movies (or those make-a-wish stories on SportsCenter), but overall, I’m not that sentimental. That being said, as I’m getting ready to make the big move to Chicago, I’m starting to think about what I love about this place I call home.
When I think about what I’m going to miss the most, the truth is that there are two places that I love for almost the same reason. The first is our friend’s Beth and Buddy’s backyard. When the weather gets warmer, it is are defacto meeting place. It was where we would end up grilling some great food, tell jokes and enjoy a beer or two. Of course it is about the company. We have the greatest group of friends, and while there are always stories of drama (generally revolving around our jobs, lives, yard work, or that damn deer that eats all of Beth’s vegetables), we would last till the wee hours of the morning (or until the wood in the fire pit ran out) laughing at the hysterics.
While I know that I’m not going to be able to replicate whatever it is I love about that place, I will make a point of trying. If not, I will just have to drag the crew out to Chicago at some point and make sure there is a fire pit, a bucket of cold beer and a grill somewhere. The stories and the laughter- well that’s the easy part.
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