When I booked the trip and right up to the day before I left I wasn't worried at all. I honestly didn't even really think about it much. The day I left tho, I did have a brief moment of panic. I couldn't help but worry that things would go horribly, horribly wrong or that it would be terribly awkward.
I shouldn't have worried. More than anything I've been shocked at how not awkward it is. I'm constantly amazed by how much it's like hanging out with any of my friends at home that I've known for years. I love that I have friends I can meet in person for the first time and it's like they've always been there. Robin was even kind enough to point out that I'm already blending in nicely... like a part of the furniture. She's sweet like that.
Yesterday we went out to Cape Ann and I've decided I really need to buy one of the very tiny old houses up there and set up shop selling weird shit, Robin's photos and Erik's stuff. We'll all live happily ever after and I will be remembered forever for my delightfully excentric behaviour.
That or they would get really incredibly sick of me after about a week and spend the rest of their lives cursing ever inviting me out here.