Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Good Ol' Days

It's wordless Wednesday but all the good pictures are at home and I'm at work so the wordlessness (yes that's a word) will have to wait until later.  For now I have thoughts in my head that I need out and since that's part of the my reason for this space on the interwebs I'm going to let it flow.

Lately I've been missing the good ol' days.  For me those days were the 4 years I spent enjoying the fun in the sun in Tampa for undergrad.  I'll tell anyone that will listen that college was the BEST 4 years of my life.  The memories from that time in my life still bring a smile to my face and sometimes help me through my rough days.  I miss the carefree life of a twenty something with  no responsibilities and no place to be.  Mostly though I miss the friendships.  I miss knowing that on any given nite I could AIM (it was our FB before FB existed) or call anyone of my friends and know that I'd be more than welcome to join them on whatever adventure they were partaking in, even if it was just Bennigan's for happy hour or a nite in watching movies and being silly.

These days I'm lonely.  Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, I LOVE my life but I feel like I'm missing something.  That feeling of knowing that when necessary there's always going to be someone to call and hang out with.  Being a grown-up is hard.  Those same ladies that I use to rely on to get me out of my head are now Moms, wives, girlfriends and working women and let's be honest with the millions of things we have going on in our lives it's hard to make time for our friends.  Especially when we're scattered throughout the country.  I'm the first to admit also that I'm a crappy friend.  I hate the phone, so I rarely call.  I always have the best of intentions when it comes to birthdays but then before I know it the moment has passed.

All this rambling is to say, simply, I miss my Tribe.  That group of women that helps lift you up and make you laugh.  The ones that don't think twice about inviting to any little thing, even if it's just to shop for groceries.  Maybe when the Bean is older and we have other kids and they start making friends I'll finally have that.  A Momma can only hope, so for the next 3-4 years I guess it's just the usual status quo.

1 comment:

Unity Title said...

OR, you could call any of the local ladies, who you know will drop what they are doing to spend time with you, you crazy pants.