Random Thought...

So I had lunch with an old friend today, one I've known since high school - so just over half my life (yep, we're getting that old.) Anyway, that's not the point. The point is this: This guy was once - and for several years - my best friend... at times my only friend, sad to say.

As we sat there, catching up on the mundane - he and his wife have sold their house, bought another, and are moving soon... he's on his way through here on a bit of a work trip... I'm looking for a job, since I just got laid off, blah blah blah. It struck me midway through the conversation, how truly different we are. Have we always been this different? Or did the differences matter less when we were younger?
It saddens and bewilders me in ways I don't even have words for.

I have other friends, that I've known just as long - some longer - that still feel so familiar. Even 20+ years on, sometimes when I close my eyes and listen to them speak, I'd swear I'm fourteen again.

Obviously there's a place for both - one serves very well to show us where we've been, and just how far we have (or haven't) come. The other is comforting, safe - something sure in an unsure world.

But which is better?

Welcome

So, here we are. I finally broke down and opened up shop here on teh intar-tubes. I haven't really laid down a strategy or a plan for this space just yet, other than to talk about the things I like (and sometimes dislike,) the big and little things that make life anything but ordinary.

I hope you'll join me here often. I'll do my best to make your visits worthwhile!