To good friends

I went to Starbucks tonight, making that my second trip today. I think I'm to the point where I have to realize that I might have an addiction. But that is not the reason for my thoughts. While many great thoughts can be cultivated in such a wonderful environment, my thoughts are about the people outside Starbucks this evening.
I walk out of Starbucks with my Mocha Frapp in hand and there are some kids (or young adults) either in high school or the early stages of college perhaps standing in the middle of the parking lot (it's in the 20's outside) trying to decide what they were going to do. My first thought was 'why didn't you discuss this inside before you left?' Then one of the guys said "Target is really cool!" with an enthusiam only an adventurous young kid with nothing else to do could muster up. It reminded me of my days in college. While I was a little bit older when I finally went away to college (and much more mature) and it was never my idea to hang out at Target or other store like that, I do remember my friends coming up with these kinds of ideas. While only a few times we might have actually followed through with it, they were ideas none the less, and often times the only ones. What else were bible college students going to do on a friday night? (well we would often go to the beach) We'd drive the 35 min drive on the windy roads through the Santa Cruz mountains on Hwy 17 in my RD's Cebring Convertable. It didn't matter how cold it was, the top would always be down. We'd get to the beach, make a fire, and sing worship songs. Again, what else do bible college students do then get together with a guitar and sing worship songs. But there was nothing like it. Feeling the coolness of the ocean, the sound of the waves, the warmth of the fire, singing songs with good friends. I miss those times, I miss my friends back home. Seeing those kids in the parking lot tonight made me think of them and how much I love and appreciate them. I used to be the type of person that didn't really miss people. I always figured I'd get to see them again sometime. It was never goodbye, just 'see you later'. As I've gotten older I have realized that I do miss people. Miss the pleasure of their company. While talking on the phone one every couple weeks is good, face time is always better.
I realize I have pretty much been all over the place with my thoughts, I just kind of sat down and started typing and went wherever the breeze blew me.