I am new to Jacksonville. Michael has lots of ties here, lots of old friends. They are awesome people and they are already working their way into my heart. We are new friends and I can tell that we only need some time to pass before they will become old friends (Hear that! You are stuck with me).
There is nothing quite like an old friend. Old friends feel like home. There is nothing you could ever do to phase them. No show to put on, they just seem to stick around anyways. No amount of time could pass that could ever change things. Old friends are a special kind of awesome.
These past few weeks I’ve been lucky enough to spend some time with a few of my old friends. Every time we see each other it’s always the same. Always. Though we are older, are no longer kids, are out of school, have real jobs and are looking to move to new places (Although I hear that Chicago is on its way out, Nicole. Reconsider) we are still the same in a lot of ways. Sometimes it’s just nice to talk to someone who new you before, who knows your tales, where you have been and how far you have come. So many unspoken conversations I have had with my old friends (Xuan!). So many favors I have had done for me without ever having to ask. Old friends feel like home.
Now I’m off to go spend some more time with them. Eliel is in town and our apartment is filled with the sounds of the acoustic jam sessions of our early college years. Love it.