Tonight I met up with some old friends that I hadn’t seen in a long time, some since high school. It was great, but unfortunately, since there were so many of them and only one of me, I didn’t get to talk to everyone equally. I felt bad because of that. They all said that they understood, but still it would have been great to have time to sit and talk to everyone and feel like I was able to catch up with them and give them all the attention that they deserve.
It’s so difficult to live so far away, especially for me. My hometown is such a big part of who I am. When we drove by my childhood home yesterday, it made me sad. I can’t believe that my family doesn’t own the three acres that I grew up on. I know that it’s only a plot of land and the memories that I have I carry with me, but the physical presence of the property is huge to me. It’s one of the reasons why I didn’t change my name when I got married, my last name is WHO I am, I am a Cope, and I love being a Cope, even though we aren’t a perfect bunch, it’s still me. Is it silly to tie such meaning to things?
Anyway, I am hoping to meet up with two other long-lost friends before I leave, and I think that I will truly need a vacation from my vacation. I don’t usually pack so much socializing into my visits home, I suppose I was feeling more nostalgic this time. I blame Facebook, now that I have been able to connect with so many long-lost friends, I really want to see them and find out how they are doing. Dang Social networking!
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