After about a year and a half, it was about time to go and visit old friends. I’m terrible at keeping up with people when I don’t see them even if I do occasionally send a cute letter. So, I took a few days and drove the seven hours to Lawrence, Kansas. 

It was so nostalgic being back. After living there for four years, it should be expected. I was strangely nervous, though. I hadn’t seen these people in a hot minute and I had no idea what the dynamic would be. Lucky, as you always hope with old friends, it was as if I had never left. Another good thing was that the majority of the people I was looking forward to seeing were all condensed at Henry’s Upstairs, the bar they all work at. You’ll find some pictures of the bros below.

I didn’t spend much time in Kansas City. I thought I would but there wasn’t much that interested me and haven’t experienced before. The cafes made me miss Seoul (coming back to you, baby).

That last day, we got up early to watch the French Open. Nadal vs. Wawrinka. I was really hoping for a Swiss win but Nadal had some other plans. At least it was a quick match. I don’t know if my heart could take a five set loss and then get the texts from my girlfriend saying how happy she was that Nadal won.

Once that beatdown had concluded, we got on the tennis court ourselves and hit a few balls before my drive back down to Texas. I can probably count the number of times I’ve played in the last two years on my hands but it didn’t go so badly. I hit a few balls in…..and a few over the fence. Took some fun pictures though. In retrospect, I’m really feeling contrasty black and whites at the moment.