How time flies.
It's been four years since I wrote anything on this stupid blog. Once upon a time it was started as a means to keep in touch with my American friends, most of whom I lost in the great move of 2004. I lost a lot in that move. Since then, a decade and change has run under the bridges of time. I've got more gray in my hair. I have new friends, and in earnest a new life. Facebook brought a few of the friends back, and some of you I've just about managed to keep up with. But a lot of you I lost.
I still think about you guys though. All of you. From the nerdy friends I'd watch movies or play games with, to the ones I'd get Frugals or One Dollar Chinese (cringe) with. And the one that got away. I think of you a lot. Not in that "I wish we'd stayed together" sort of way. Life would have had to play out so completely different for that to ever work, it requires a more creative mind than mine.
But like now: I'm going to be a dad. Seriously, term is in five days, and my world will once again be plunged into thrilling chaos. And I know you've been there. You've walked that path, and you've experienced the challenges. You where always wiser than you gave yourself (or maybe I gave you) credit for. I would wish to talk to you about it. Hear your stories and your lessons. Know on what adventures life took you.
But life is good. An apartment in Oslo. A decent job. A wife I love, with a job she loves. And a kid on the way.
I guess I just wish we'd actually written those postcards at Christmas. You where a big deal to me once.
I still think about you guys though. All of you. From the nerdy friends I'd watch movies or play games with, to the ones I'd get Frugals or One Dollar Chinese (cringe) with. And the one that got away. I think of you a lot. Not in that "I wish we'd stayed together" sort of way. Life would have had to play out so completely different for that to ever work, it requires a more creative mind than mine.
But like now: I'm going to be a dad. Seriously, term is in five days, and my world will once again be plunged into thrilling chaos. And I know you've been there. You've walked that path, and you've experienced the challenges. You where always wiser than you gave yourself (or maybe I gave you) credit for. I would wish to talk to you about it. Hear your stories and your lessons. Know on what adventures life took you.
But life is good. An apartment in Oslo. A decent job. A wife I love, with a job she loves. And a kid on the way.
I guess I just wish we'd actually written those postcards at Christmas. You where a big deal to me once.