Got my first REAL pang of homesickness; all my golf boys had gotten together for a golf day and I THINK it was the first one I'd ever missed. So I found a driving range and we Facetimed a drink and a shot, and then I smacked some balls into the horizon.

My first experience in the idea that I don't always have to be physically present to share a memory with people. Still, I missed these boys and I miss 'em still.