You don't really have to guess. It's me.
Thomas came into town today for a quick visit. I realized that I hadn't seen him in months. It has recently hit me how infrequently I see the good friends I made in high school. Although that saddened me, I was fairly impressed that so little had changed - yet, it seemed like we've all completely changed. I guess we're all changing at about the same rate, so we're keeping each other company. The hours passed quickly as Thomas and I caught up on our lives, friends' lives, recent happenings, authors, music - general, wonderful, twisty-turny tangential conversation that fit perfectly into a rainy Saturday morning.
Anyway, Thomas and I talked about his blog and writing in general for quite a while. Maybe I will start writing more regularly. I get most of my kicks writing emails to Graz, but perhaps the pull of this blog will give me some more discipline. That is, perhaps, my greatest flaw as a writer: my lack of will power to turn my fleeting inspiration into something substantial, or even tangible.
We also ran into a few old friends from high school -- everyone is taller, older looking, and (maybe this was just the rainy weather) more mellow. Sort of comforting to know that people are changing just as rapidly as I am, though I rarely notice the difference.
When I came home I saw that I had received a letter (yes! A LETTER!) from Abby. I don't know why I haven't kept in touch with her. I think I've done a shoddy job keeping in touch with people in general but I am getting back to the person I used to see myself as: a good friend, an empathetic person, generally zealous about life. Her letter was simple, heartfelt, and touching. I will write back to her. Maybe we can be pen pals. We can reminisce about "the good ol' days" of Tamagotchis and Legends of the Hidden Temple and Tang ... oh, back then when things were different.
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It's a very good feeling to know that one is cared about, noticed, remembered, well-liked, etc. I hope it doesn't go away again any time soon.
