I’m not sure what is wrong right now. For years I longed to go out to the West Coast. I wanted to see mountains. I wanted to see the Pacific Ocean. I just wanted to get away. I had that chance last week, and I took it. I left Ontario far behind and travelled all the way to BC. I had the opportunity to do all of those things I just mentioned. I saw the ocean, and I even climbed a mountain. I visited Victoria and met my friend Naomi for the first time. I hung out with my old friends Dan and Paula, while getting their children all riled up. Somehow, I feel more lonely than ever…
When Jackie, my girlfriend, is around I’m fine; we have lots of time together considering we live co-habitate. The problem is when I’m alone, or even at work, and bored. I feel a need to speak, listen, and interface and yet here I am listening to the same old music and distributing my feelings electronically, cold and sterile, to the entire world.
Maybe it’s the fact that my highschool friends are finally taking off in their own directions now. We stuck together so much longer than anyone else. I’ve moved away now, and Drew is married. Matthew and Peter are in Toronto, while Adam is in love with is bowling alley and we may never get him back. Sterne… well, Sterne is just Sterne: still plodding away at the nightshift.
Talking to Dan and Paula last week brought some good memories from right after highschool and the beginning of college. We were such a team back then, but everything seems so much different. It made me think of Brian and Natalie and the North Park Crew. We all have responsibilities now, and I even have a car payment!
Meeting Naomi was great too. It was the best part of my entire trip; I just wish we didn’t have to part. We only had six hours to catch up on eight years! It was hard, when I hugged her goodbye, to let go. We don’t talk much anymore, and I admit that is part of it. We both grew up, but it still doesn’t seem that long ago I would talk to her until I passed out because of the time difference! I still have the handwritten letters, and I’ll keep them until they crumble with age. I’ll never forget the Knight who will be by my side when I go off to take up the trade of travelling minstrel, nor will I forget Red Dwarf.
I guess that’s it. Sleep well, Internet.
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