The Good Kind Of Reminiscing

The other day, Thea and I met up with some old friends of ours. Old meaning that we've known them for a really long time, not that they're old... To be honest, I was a little bit reluctant about seeing them, not that I don't like them, quite the opposite actually, they're so great, but since I hadn't seen them in three years, and being as reclusive as I have been, I wasn't sure how it would go conversation wise. But of course I was going to see them because how often are they here from Canada or Baguio or Norway.

It actually proved not to be much of a problem as I was fearing it might be, because everything was just natural. It was great, and I had so much fun with them. And being with them then made me realise just how much I've really missed them over the years. I mean, when people that you love are gone for a long period of time, you know that you miss them, definitely, but after a while, you tend to forget exactly why. Am I right? Forgive me if I only make sense to myself.

So I realised, or remembered why it was exactly that I had been missing them. They are so much fun, and incredibly hilarious. Nothing is forced when it comes to them, they're just them no matter what that is. And there's just something about seeing friends from a long time ago, in my case, all the way back to my childhood, that's just different.

We have conversation topics that none of the people I've met in the last six years or people that I'll meet in the coming years of my life have. Baguio days and growing up together. I mean, who else knows about the handicrafts club and The Moffatts? Well, I guess now you do.

We had about five hours together, and it was just fun. We sat at Starbucks for three of that and just talked and laughed. It was nice to know that even after all the time that we've spent apart, we can still get on like we did, almost as if there hasn't been any time apart at all. At least that's how I felt.

So thanks a lot Kat, Regi and Ria, hopefully I'll see you guys again soon.