Hey all, whoever is left reading this thing. I’ve had a long day and it seems like the time to reinstate this space as a personal blog—the thing it started out as in the first place.
After a day like today I realize what I really miss in my life is old friends. This is not in any way a reflection on new friends; seriously, I love you all. What I miss, though, is that level of familiarity and mutual history that makes all explanation unnecessary. You know what I mean. As Ani Difranco once said, “There’s nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends.” There’s a level of comfort to be found in people who know you—all your mistakes, fears, triumphs, dreams—and have known you so long they almost know you better than you know yourself. It’s been a long time since I had those kinds of friends around me and when I’m feeling especially weary as I do now, that is what I crave.
I haven’t been back to my real hometown since my junior year of college when my parents moved to New York City, but fortunately a large number of my hometown friends moved to New York too, so between them and some especially dear friends I met during those years (EA, Fish, I’m looking at you) I suppose it is New York that became my new hometown, filled with nearly as much history as good ol’ Saginaw, MI. I don’t miss places much. I’m a nomad at heart and I rarely get truly attached. People, though… people I miss.
This day will pass and I’ll somehow find my energy again. Meanwhile, I’ll spend the evening trying to get some work done and missing old friends. I hope you’re all well out there.