I returned from my home town and my high school reunion to little cabin in the woods exhausted and happy. I had so much fun and reminisced with many old friends. There’s just something about being with folks who know where you come from. There’s so much you don’t have to explain. So much I don’t have to say about being a small town girl. Like I could breathe a bit deeper. Not sure if that makes any sense, but it was nice. Really super duper nice.
Then I discovered that I have no internet, and I’m feeling a bit like I’m missing a limb. Or at least missing my bloggie friends. Can you hear me now??? How ‘bout now? Oh dear bloggie friends… where art thou? I have only squirrels, baby chipmunks, and a bevy of children to keep me company. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful company, but you’re missing.
Speaking of the reunion, these are my best childhood friends. We became best friends in 6th grade. In middle school we were pretty inseparable. We attended our first dances together and learned to dance to Adam Ant and Survivor. I learned how to drive with them in a yellow 1970 Volkswagen bug. It was a sweet ride even then. In high school we took different paths. One of us sang and toured with the church choir. One of us had blue air and wore a wedding dress to a Madonna concert. And one of us had a steady boyfriend so steady that she neglected precious friendships. And even though we were very different, we remained wonderful friends. So we didn’t need a high school reunion to keep in touch.
Somewhere in the midst of growing up we purchased friendship rings and had the rings engraved with B.F.F. and the date. It was super serious stuff for 13-year-old girls. Over the decades one of the rings was lost, one was stolen, and one was tucked away in a jewelry box for safe keeping. But over the decades our friendship has lasted through different colleges, and marriages, and babies, and pounds, and now wrinkles.
Miss you two already!
ps-If you’re reading this I’ve shamelessly hacked into the neighbor’s wireless. I know.