It must be something in the air but I find myself going down memory lane this week. A few days back I wrote a blog about a long lost friend because she was so on my mind it seemed the only way to chase away the memories. Three days ago a good friend randomly called me up and asked to meet me after work for a drink so we could catch up. It had been a few weeks and I was completely amazed at the drama she unfolded as we drank sugar-free redbull, vodka and cranberries.
Yesterday on my hour drive home from work it was partially sunny and I had Sirius’ Hair Nation channel playing. Motley Crue came on and suddenly I was remembering my old boyfriend from high school. (Matt) Hearing that music brought back so many memories of times we hung out together, places we went and things we did. In case you didn’t put two and two together he was a HUGE Motley Crue fan. Today I emailed him through Facebook and told him how grateful I was for all those memories and how glad I was that we are still friends.
Then on MySpace a few minutes ago I touched base with another friend from high school and realized how long its been since we got together to laugh over the stories of our past. We do have a few crazy stories that only we appreciate like county wide scavenger hunts, sneakin in to bars when we were 16, the night of the “Hubbard” and so many more.
Then there is the whole entire entourage of friends from my time in Denver. What a crazy group of people I have attracted into my life. We used to joke around that we were so crazy that only we would love each other. I miss those firends more than I ever thought I would when I moved back home. Thank God for the advancement of technology and all the online social media ways to keep in touch. I feel like I am connected to all of my firends even if I don’t get to be at the wild parties and fun nights anymore.
Last night I got a phone call on my cell phone from someone very special to me. I didn’t recognize the number and was dissapointed that I hadn’t answered it when I heard the voice mail message and discovered it was “Grammie Meg”, the woman I consider my spitirual guru. Again, hearing her voice after almost a year of not being in touch was like a blast from the past and warmed my heart. What I’ve come to realize is that even though I miss the friends of my past and don’t get to see them or spend a lot of time with them the fact is that I am truly blessed to have so many wonderful, amazing and truly dear friends in my life.