Last weekend in the Bay Area, I had the good fortune to hang out with some friends from long ago. And last night, here at home, I had dinner with other good friends that I used to work with. Although in both instances, there had been long gaps since we had last seen each other, our conversations were immediately comfortable.
There's something special about friends that have known you for a long time. I'm not sure I can put it into words. (Although isn't that supposed to be my job here?) Old friends, no, let's call them vintage friends, are familiar with who you used to be, at once a past you and the future self that you projected back then. They know a more complete you.
In any case, we caught up on each other's lives, laughed about all the absurdities of life, and commiserated about our losses. Spending more hours together solidified relationships that won't go away, no matter how much we neglect them. Luckily, we can pick them up again when we have the chance and start again to weave the tight web of friendship. Thank you friends, for letting me back into your lives so easily. I promise to do the same for you.
Bonus points to anyone who can name the Girl Scout song where I got the title of this post.
Plot? MC is finally on his road trip, camping on the beach in Northern Florida.
Word Count? 35,089 (still clawing my way back up)