Yesterday I spent time with two friends who I hadn’t seen in a while, one a former college roommate and the other a friend from dancing who once came to visit me for two hours at college…at one in the morning. We had a blast; they’re working at Facebook and Google respectively, and are both great guys (and tall!)
It’s a funny thing, though, taking friendships that existed in your past and bringing them into the present. I have changed so much since college, as have both of these friends. And yet, we got along very well, and it was great to see them.
Next weekend, I’m going to the wedding of a friend I’ve known since third grade. For the past seven years, we’ve barely seen each other, perhaps once or twice a year. And because we’ve known each other for so long, We’re able to pick up where we left off and hang out without the slightest feeling of awkwardness.
How do these things work? Friends come and friends go; I’ve accepted that much. And it’s great when friends come back into your life, but it’s weird too. Our old impressions of them last, and because our friends change, sometimes those impressions don’t fit snugly anymore. It’s like returning home after being gone for a long time: it’s wonderful and comfortable, but different. It makes me contemplative. What are your thoughts on the matter?