There are a lot of reasons why I’m glad I moved back to Kentucky, but there have been some unexpected consequences. Not negative consequences, necessarily, but unexpected. I knew there were a sparse handful of old acquaintances still living in Louisville, but I didn’t realize there were an abundance of locals that I’d actually want to spend time with. It’s been a blast getting re-acquainted with old friends from high school. Despite us being older and—for the most part—not keeping in touch at all since high school, we’ve all pretty much picked back up where we last left off. With the addition of alcohol.

I’ll admit there are times I catch myself wondering if I’ve been sucked back into a time warp of arrested development. Karina, for instance, still lives with her mom (no judgment here), and the other night we were sitting on her bed, talking about boys, until well after 1am. I was only slightly horrified, and more comforted and amused to see that things are more or less exactly the same now as they were 6 years ago.

There’s an old friend of mine back in town for a brief visit, and I’d love to see him before he leaves again. Several years have gone by since the last time I talked to him, and until recently I honestly didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Needless to say, we have a lot of catching up to do. I don’t have his phone number, but he’s got mine. And while the specifics of this precarious unbalance are pretty hilarious, what’s more interesting is the amount of time I’ve spent fretting over them. Never could I have imagined that 6 years after the fact, I’d still be waiting for Jon to call. =)