Nostalgia

I find that every once in a while I go through a fit of nostalgia. I try to find old friends and contact them hoping to reconnect. I watch old home videos and look at pictures and wonder what happened to all those people I knew or even sort of knew. It usually happens when I get lonely or feel restless. It hits when I am feeling down or lost. Sometimes nostalgia pulls me in because I have nothing better to think about...or I don't want to think about other things. I'm sure it's due, in part, to my "organization gene" and the fact that I hate to lose things (or people). Mostly, I miss my old friends and the fun times we had. I miss being part of a close community of creative people who spend all their time together and shape each other in amazing ways. I miss the physical closeness that sort of community creates - I crave that energy. Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock and do some things again because they were so fun or do some things differently because I missed some great opportunity. Where is that time machine when you need it?

Anyhow, I talked with Wells yesterday for the first time in a long time - a wonderful complement to my bout of nostalgia-rama. Hearing his voice was a trip! In my head, I will always imagine him sounding the way he did when he was 14-ish, so when his voice comes through the phone now and it's all low and not totally spazzy (until he gets excited or laughs) it takes a little getting used to.

I needed that call. I needed the distraction, the laughter, and the reminder of who I am (and who I was). I am glad to know that he exists outside of my nostalgia and that he still cares about silly little me. Thank you, Wells.