Last Time...

When I was in junior high and high school, the day before my birthday every year, my best friend made it her mission to narrate the day for me...

"Last time waking up when you're 15!"
"Last time waiting at the bus stop when you're 15!"
"Last time going to P.E. when you're 15!"
"Last time eating a sandwich when you're 15!
"Last time throwing a book at me when you're 15!"

The whole day. Every. Year.

It became a tradition of trying to outdo each other with 11:58pm phone calls and obnoxious minutia ("Last time walking under this doorway..."). As all best friendships should be.

Now, as I wrap up these last few weeks in San Diego, Shelby's voice is back in my head:

"Last time eating a burrito on the cliffs while you live in America"
"Last time leading a small group while you live in America"
"Last time making coffee in your own kitchen while you live in America"
"Last time having a mental breakdown in Target while you live in America"

...I'm still here for a couple more weeks, so probably not my last time melting in Target, but it's a nice idea.