At 3:00 P.M. today, I will be on a train on my way to see one of my favorite people in the world. I haven’t seen her in three years…I haven’t been down to N.C. in four.

Ya know how I talk about feeling ‘at home’ with my besties from high school? She is my BEST friend from high school…and after. The importance of having her back in my life can’t be expressed in words.

After we graduated high school, the first semester at college (Me in DC, her in NE) was cruel on our cell phone bills. Being used to spending every day together and always being able to talk to each other, the separation was hard for us to adjust to but we did. We kept each other company during those all night sessions and every winter/spring/summer break, we made sure we spent time together to reconnect. She would come to my house in the winter/spring and I would go down to NC (Where her family moved after graduation) in the summers.

High school, and certainly I, wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t for Jackie.

I have no doubt that once I see her and spend a weekend away from the chaos that I’ve created for myself up here in the last couple of months, everything will fall into place. For me, Jackie’s house has always been my second home. I can’t make it to Turkey this year to recharge…let’s hope that this trip will help me rediscover the person I need to be.

Summer ’05

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. – Elizabeth Foley

Plan for the weekend: Get to NC, give Jackie huge hug, spend hours talking and catching up, lay on the beach, talk some more, giggle, snort a lot, take lots of pictures, talk a little more, get silly & possibly contemplate not coming back to DC.

13 thoughts on “Reunited

  1. Of course, she would get random texts from me too, but alas, I’m not priviledged enough to have her #.. especially not since I pared down my blog reading on MySpazz and cut her off 2 years ago. It wasn’t personal, but I cut off just about everyone at that time.


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