Long Days, Short Week

Last night the air smelled like salt.  Like salt, with a hint of nostalgia.
Yesterday we brought my friend Zoe back to the airport.  She is the one who made the Good Life music video with me.
She came here from Viroqua last Saturday and left yesterday.  She was here for a whole week.  Before she came when this was all still planing I thought a week would be plenty, that I would be able to say good-bye to her after seven whole days.
But the week went very fast, and as she said, "Long days, short week."  Which pretty much summed it up perfectly.
We filled up our days easily; I taught her to surf and she got a tan line.  We went to the Hollywood Walk of Fame and took pictures of everything and anything.
We watched the sunset from the Huntington Beach pier and took more pictures.
And when Saturday came she packed up her things and got on a plane and went home.  And mostly I was jealous because she gets to go back to Viroqua and I don't.   Because she is going to be starting school with my friends.
I gave her a list of their names so she could say hi to them for me, hopefully the message gets delivered.
I'm sure it will.
But when she got on her plane and called me four and a half hours later to say that she had landed I realized how close Viroqua really is, I could just get on a plane and be there.
But in two days I will be starting school here, going on a camping trip with all these people I don't know but will be my friends for a year, maybe more.
And when I think those words I feel equal parts nervousness and excitement.  Because when I was back in Viroqua I was always wishing for an adventure, for change or something new. And here I've got it.  
So look out, Waldorf School of Orange County.
Here I come.