Old friends.

I drove to Springfield, MO today so I could fly out tomorrow to speak at the Humanist Community of Central Ohio’s Winter Solstice Banquet.  I went to college here, so I came up a day early to hang out with old friends.

Many of them have bought houses.  We’re all so different, and we haven’t really hung out in a few years, but it feels like I never left despite how much our lives have changed.  I’m on the road so much (and will be on the road even more during the Spring) that having the chance to sit down with old friends and feel like I did when I was younger for a little bit is…nice.

There are more people in this city that have changed my life than anywhere else.  It means a lot to me to come back and have them be proud of me for a few seconds, before slapping me on the back like the last couple years never even happened.  I wouldn’t be anywhere close to as healthy or as happy as I am without the friends I made here.  I just want to spend all our time hanging out telling them how grateful I am, but probably won’t spend a second doing the second part.  They know.  And besides,  telling them over a game of Settlers of Catan would just be weird.

But they know, and we smile at each other about it.

  • John Horstman

    Well, I guess I’m listening to Bookends this morning. :-) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul2hSba5pOs

    I have friends from high school whom I go years without seeing, but when we do see each other again, that same friendship is right there, even with the life changes we all experience. It’s a unique dynamic, valuable in its own right; it’s nice that important people in one’s life can be such even with only infrequent contact.


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