Now I'm really home.
Live from: Newburgh, IN
Tonight I hung out with my best friend from Elementary school, jr high, and a solid portion of high school. We still talked occasionally after our minor ways-parting our senior year of high school, but we had lost touch for about the last year (largely my fault.) So, I called today, and we talked, and then we went out for a drink tonight. A little weird, a little strange... but it always ends up the same--we sit for hours and talk like we never left each other. And that is why she is still one of my favorite people. She knows me better than damn near anyone else. And there is an amazing comfort in someone that doesn't require any filter. If it comes in my head, I can say it, even if I feel weird saying it to even my current best friend, it just comes out to her. I think thirteen years of history is just something that cannot be duplicated or replaced. She's seen me through the part of my life that I always sort of want to sweep under the rug and pretend that it didn't really happen. I am, of course, speaking of 11-16. I was a MESS. And she witnessed every last ugly detail and still answers the phone when I call. That's a friend, people. We took very different directions in our lives, and at the end of the day, we can sit in an IHOP for six hours and still not want to leave.
There's a lot to think about right now. There's a lot going on--I'm probably making to be a bigger deal than it is, but I suppose I have to entertain myself so that I have something to do while I'm in another country. Maybe I'm still a mess.
Tonight I hung out with my best friend from Elementary school, jr high, and a solid portion of high school. We still talked occasionally after our minor ways-parting our senior year of high school, but we had lost touch for about the last year (largely my fault.) So, I called today, and we talked, and then we went out for a drink tonight. A little weird, a little strange... but it always ends up the same--we sit for hours and talk like we never left each other. And that is why she is still one of my favorite people. She knows me better than damn near anyone else. And there is an amazing comfort in someone that doesn't require any filter. If it comes in my head, I can say it, even if I feel weird saying it to even my current best friend, it just comes out to her. I think thirteen years of history is just something that cannot be duplicated or replaced. She's seen me through the part of my life that I always sort of want to sweep under the rug and pretend that it didn't really happen. I am, of course, speaking of 11-16. I was a MESS. And she witnessed every last ugly detail and still answers the phone when I call. That's a friend, people. We took very different directions in our lives, and at the end of the day, we can sit in an IHOP for six hours and still not want to leave.
There's a lot to think about right now. There's a lot going on--I'm probably making to be a bigger deal than it is, but I suppose I have to entertain myself so that I have something to do while I'm in another country. Maybe I'm still a mess.