Have coffee with an old friend.

I could technically cross this off my list. I had coffee with my best friend of 15 years. But it was a shitty cup of coffee from a diner and we were goofing off too much for it to be one of those profound moments. So I will refrain from checking this goal off.

Well I’m not completely done meeting with old friends (as this can go on forever, techincally). But I’ve met with many and it feels great!

It felt so good to see old faces again, to have real good conversations and to feel rooted again. Such an amazing feeling. The other day, I met 5 different people on 3 separate occassions, people who I hadn’t seen in over a year. What a wonderful feeling.

Really really lets you feel life and appreciate it.

So I’m 20 years old, and I’ve just moved back into the big city where I lived before university. I’ve spent 8 months away, and although I’ve come back now and again, and seen a couple people, I have not really seen anyone yet since pre-university.

So the big reunions are going to come soon – or rather, they CAN come soon.

I know things are different everywhere, so to just let you all know, basically, even the closest of friends may not still talk to each other after university (in Toronto it seems, probably elsewhere). It’s weird, but that’s just the way it’s happened. For my generation and the ones before.

So it’s time to meet them. But I’m kind of anxious to call them. Things have changed. People have changed. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to adjust to the changes, you know? Of course from my perspective, I don’t think I’ve changed that much, but I should also be prepared for the fact that they might not be able to adjust to the changes in me. So it could be really awkawrd, basically.

So…. Well I guess I’ll start tomorrow. Yikes. I’m seeing students and teachers alike – some teachers I was very close with. I think I’m also a little… embarassed? That I didn’t do so well in first year of uni. In fact I’ve done rather poorly. I feel like I can’t face some of my teachers again, even though we were so close and even hung out outside of school before.

And as for the students… well let’s hope the friendships made before are still strong.

Seems I have to go abroad to meet an old friend – I mean a really old friend from really “old times”. My old friends are dispelled all over the world.

... from Shakespeare’s Girlfriend. When I read it, I at once began to think about old friends. I still try to remember old times and wonder whom I wished to meet to have a cup of coffee with him/her. Enjoyable thoughts…

I wouldn’t call it “coffee” for the first day we just sat in front of a McDonalds and talked.
The next day we walked around my block, and then sat in front of my house, talking.
The next day, we went out for chinise food, and to a skatepark.
But, we catched up a little on the last 4 or 5 years that we hadn’t seen eachother, so does it still counts?
I suppose. What made it even greater what that he was always with his friend, and he was pretty cool to get to meet. :D
So, it’s safe to say that I enjoyed these last couple of days.
Coffee, or not.