Through some ridiculous timing (CHRISTMAS WEEK, hello!?! what was I thinking) I decided to join a website to connect with people locally that are mommy friends so we could easily make plans with the kids and what not. What I found was that many people from my home town on there as well. Don decided to join as well and has had a blast looking up people from college and has found some folks from his old college paper days... thrilling for him.
On Friday night I decided to just simply (I thought) scan in some photos from high school days and put them up to share with the couple of people from marching band days who I'd been talking to. Well!... you'd have thought I turned on a light in a closet full of cockroaches! People came out of the woodwork! And I mean that in the BEST possible way. LOL I have just spend a RIDICULOUS amount of time on this computer talking and reconnecting with some very old friends, looking at their childrens' faces and reading their stories. They touch me in a way that only the stories from my street, my school, my class can.
What it makes me realize is that when I decided to escape the days of high school by moving away and choosing not to stay in touch, I was leaving a huge chunk of myself behind. I'll tell you what... I went to school with some pretty fabulous people. I tried pretty hard to be someone else for the entirety of my 20s. Thankfully I woke up somewhere around the age of 30 and re-found Wendy. And now that I've rediscovered these old friends and this little girl is shining through to me in these pictures, perhaps I can just build a bridge over all that darkness that was my 20s. Because the last ten years has been fabulous too!