
Last night as I was falling asleep I realized that I was engaged in conversation as the primary activity of at least 10 hours yesterday. This past weekend my college friend Mallary (known to my teammates as my “pink Texas friend”) came to visit. We woke up and lay in bed talking for an hour before finally getting up and eating breakfast. We sat in my room and talked for another three or four hours before getting hungry enough to stop talking and eat lunch. Then we sat on the floor and talked for another hour or two before driving to the airport. And of course, when we were eating and driving and everything we were talking too. After leaving Mallary at the airport I went over to see Jessie, my friend who I probably knew pre-birth. She just got back from a summer in Africa and is first person I know who has gone to Equatorial Guinea. We went to the Starbucks they just built in our no longer little town of Loganville and then sat outside her house talking until about 1am with the crickets and tree frogs. What did we talk about for 10 hours? Everything. Everything I haven’t had the chance to talk about all year in China. It's good to have friends you can tell anything to, no matter how weird or private, and trust them to understand and not think you are psycho. And they trust you enough to tell you everything too. I miss that in China. I am working to get in my talking allowance for the rest of the year...and doing pretty well with that so far.