I had dinner last night with DH and MC at a Cambodian restaurant in the area that I’d been meaning to check out. Food was excellent! It was no surprise that we polished everything off, even after ordering two appetizers and three entrees [all of which were decently sized].
It seems that no matter how much effort we put into our email communications to meet up, we only get together once a year. Conflicts in schedule, injuries, etc. The last time we got together was at DH’s wedding last summer.
This time, we have moved onto phases of our lives with different news to share. DH and his wife live in a house in the next city over and are expecting a baby girl later this year. MC is planning a move to DC to start a part-time MBA program. I’m in my new house, jaw surgery completed. Yet no matter how much seems to change in our lives, we haven’t really changed all that much in terms of who we are. I mean, we are definitely different from when we were in elementary school, but it feels like since we’ve reconnected in our mid-20s, we’re more or less the same people. We see each other rarely, but our meet-ups are the same comfortable conversations. We’re just old friends who catch up, and it’s not all that awkward. The time in between just gives us more to talk about.
Aside from the two of them, I don’t really maintain friendships with people from those particular years in my life. You know, before the age of 13… I reached out to a few on Facebook today, which I think might be odd, considering I hadn’t sought them out before. Wonder if they will accept the request…
Oh great, now I’m one of those weirdos who adds people on Facebook they knew a long time ago and weren’t quite friends with. Yeah, I’m having Facebook Friend Search + Request regret…
Let’s look at photos of food instead:


Update: They all accepted my request, even the ones who picked on me at some point. Perhaps twenty years later, we can become friends?