I feel like I should probably post about Chicago, since it was a fairly huge event for me. When I found out Frances was getting married, I was really excited, and I knew I would be at the wedding. As the days grew closer to my departure for the Windy-City, I was getting nervous. WHY!? It didn't make sense to me at the time, and frankly still doesn't. I couldn't figure out why I was met with so much apprehension and nervous jitters.
And then I realized what it was. These people I would be seeing knew me better than probably anyone else. Sleeping, eating, working, living, crying, laughing, screaming with one another for 10 months might bring people together. I was going home to my dysfunctional family, and they knew everything about me. I couldn't hide anything from them, because at one point, they had known everything.
But years have passed since we were in AmeriCorps together. Jobs have been obtained, diplomas received, and bits and pieces have evolved through each of us. Yeah, we all are the same at our cores, but trivial things have changed. And that made me fearful. What if I was stuck with these people for a whole weekend with nothing to talk about? How could the memories we shared still be funny or meaningful to us? Will it be awkward??
Those fears were all quickly put to rest the moment I saw Rachel in the hotel lobby. Being with these people was like slipping into an old, well-worn sweatshirt. It was comfortable, it was fun, it was good.
Frannie was stunning, the conversation was great, it was like being back with my family (albeit dysfunctional).
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Like old times Kerrrrr...like old times. And, like you said, that's a good thing.
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