Going Home

So I recently went home for a wedding and saw a lot of people from the highschool days. It's weird when you see people you havn't seen in three years.
It usually goes like this

Oh my Gosh how are you!!!

Good. how are you?

Good.

Akward silence...well I'll see you later.

ok bye good to see you!

Sometimes the conversations continue on but sometimes they start as soon as they end. It can be really great to see people you havn't seen in a while but life happens. Seeing my two best friends and spending a great amout of time with them is amazing. School seems to be forgotten and those involved in my school life. Don't get me wrong I love school, and my friends from school. It's just different. It's like you come back from a three or six month period with all the stories you have collected and then in the moment with the people you care about most you just seem to forget about them and you are so consumed in the moment that all you can think about is how you don't get to see these people everyday and how different life is now. It was so good seeing the people I hadn't seen in a long time but it also was very sad. Remembering the good times and the bad. The good decisions the bad and the wise. The hurt and the pain, and the laughter and joy. The memories that are so imbedded in an individual and the feelings that encompass them.

The past creates who we are the present defines our current status and the future does nothing for us except creates a sense of hope that some day we will be the person we were meant to be.

To the people who helped create me from my past...thankyou...to the people who are currently establishing me...thank you....for the people yet to come....thankyou.