Well then, I almost forgot to write this. I guess I should do it before think about it too much to make any sense.
I was thinking and talking tonight to my friend L about how friendships change. And this is probably a deeper subject than I’m capable of dealing with right now.
Honestly I don’t want to, I’d rather just chalk this up to yet another life lesson and not think about it too much..
I didn’t believe it when I was told “you can’t go home again.”
Because for awhile I did.
It reminded me of when I was the new girl in the SF netgoth crowd. One who wasn’t ugly or stupid. And then I became commonplace.
Once that happens the drama begins, hmmm.
And fade to black, cut to:
I moved back to F’ville and I wasn’t insane in possession of three heads (either on my body or in my luggage) so I was taken in.
And it was GREAT. And then we didn’t mesh. I farked up, they farked up, then
well we don’t have so much in common any more do we? I guess that’s it really.
There could be other things, but I think I’ll stop here. Discretion is the better part of valor.
Still my home with or without them I think. It’s the people AND the place
And we have other friends, some of them old friends still, some of them more recent.
I guess we all changed. You can’t go home again because it isn’t the same place and you aren’t the same person and neither are your friends.
The Family Crest – Songs From The Valley Below – The Valley Below