time.

'All those evenings on the back deck of our first apartment. They meant everything but the wind just carried them off. '

                    I got a phone call from an old friend from my highschool-ish years. It's always bitter sweet to hear from them because its sad to realize how you hardly talk anymore, but its nice knowing that you can always pick up just where you left off. I like having friends that you have known forever, because they just know you. I am kind of seeing where things go with this new guy, and he's mentioned once or twice that he "likes me". This frustrates me because he doesn't know me.  He knows nothing of my past of my family or my friends, he really only knows this person i am at university. I've always wondered if you can get to know someone without first knowing their past, i guess for some people it's possible but not for me. Who i am is so deeply routed in the places i have been growing up and the people i spent those years with.
                  I always feel a bit lost when i don't have a piece of home with me. It's hard to explain living in a small town has had such a large impact on the person i am. I love coming back to where i've been. I love coming back to the people who have always been there. Time after time, it's always the same. Whether its the times we've sat around and remembered our old adventures, or the times we're back out there relieving our old adventures. It's who we are. It's who i am.