Reunions

One of the best things about living away from home for 8 months out of the year, is that every holiday and summer I get to reunite with my best friends from home. I know that sounds kind of weird – wouldn’t it be better if we just got to see each other all the time? Sure, it’d be nice to get to see each other more often, but then, we wouldn’t get REUNIONS. (note: same thing goes for friends from Guelph, it’s amazing reuniting after we’ve been away for 4 months of the summer). Part of this has to do with the anticipation, and part of this has to do with what happens when you finally get together.

First, there’s the BIG HUG. I love hugs, and getting a big bear hug from a friend you have sorely missed is undoubtedly one of my favourite things ever. It’s a beautiful reminder that I’m “home”. Not in the physical sense, but in the sense of being right where you belong, with someone that knows you upside down, inside out and backwards and for some silly reason loves you anyways.

Then, I don’t know about you, but when I get together with my friends from home, especially that first time in a long time, a little piece of me reverts back to my high-school self. Fortunately the insecurity and angst stays away, but for a little while I just let go, and allow myself to be a little childish. And I know I’m not the only one. When we sit down together for a coffee, it’s not long before we’re all giggling uncontrollably, making far too much noise for any respectable people our age to be making. We all know each other so well at this point, that all inhibitions are let loose, and we all melt into a pool of ridiculousness, trying to talk through our laughter, it all coming out in squeeky voices no one could possibly understand but ourselves. No matter how successful or “professional” we become, I sincerely hope that this will continue to happen every time we reunite for the rest of our lives. 

I’ll admit, that ridiculousness has a tendency to persist whenever I get together with my friends from home. But that first time, that reunion, it’s such an adrenaline rush for me. That wonderful reminder that I am so blessed to have these people in my life, blessed to be able to see them in person and hug them and see them up close. Especially now with us all being in different places, the ability to reunite is a true blessing. It’s a reminder that despite the distance and differences in our lives, that we are able to always find that piece of ourselves that is bound to one another in such an inextricable way. 

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