Tomorrow I am taking a trip to see friends and relive rather fond memories.
I should be more excited than I am.
Why am I not estastic to see long-lost friends in places that I love?
And love them I do, I know I do!
Maybe I am not the same person as I was. Everybody changes over time, but I hope and pray that I am fundementally different than that person who experienced those memories firsthand. I do not want the same sense of humor; I want a cleaner one. I do not want to talk about hook-ups or breakups; I want to talk about real realtionships. I guess I've gotten used to being around people who see God as more than a curse word, and this trip has a great possibility of being the confluence of past and present.
It has an omnious taste and texture and I am a bit frightened as to its outcome.
Maybe it'll be fine; we will recollect, rehash, relive and reinterate our friendships.
Or maybe this will prove to be the line in the sand.
Overly dramatic I admit, but necessary?
Unrelated note, I was honored to get to be on the guest list as Stephanie Chapman (formerly Schlosser) and hubby Nathan opened for Don Williams at the Birchmere. What a sense of enormous pride to see my friend and guitar buddy up on stage, singing to hundreds of people! Go Steph! God bless that family, they have been nothing but wonderful to me.
