Aug

5

Big yellow taxis for you and me…

Filed Under Babbling, Homelife, The history of me, Writings/Rants 

There’s a line in the Joni Mitchell song that really always sticks with me: You don’t know what you’ve got till its gone. I think that’s a truth we all don’t really understand.

First off, thank you to all of my friends who have congratulated me on my graduation. I walked across the stage only once, under the drab tassel of my Business degree, but I held my white tassel for my English degree high in the air. All about keeping the representation solid.

And now, we look at today. Representing solids.

I’ve been up since about 7:30 this morning, working on small things around the house. And I look back at the calendar, and I look around my room. About seven years ago, I was in this room, trying to clean it as well. I was about to head off to college and I had just broken up with the girl I was seeing at the time. I was eager, and full of dreams and hopes and every platitude that you could imagine. I believed in always remembering my friends and making sure that I kept them dear and near to me. I remember thinking of them all as I went away, and I remember getting letters in the mail from some of them. I’ve run across some of those letters that I didn’t burn or rip up and throw away. I tried to move on and grow up once I got there.

And why is it now that I’m here at home, cleaning as I did seven years ago, this time with my wife sitting on the couch and soon to be moving far far away from Florida, that I miss all of these simple friendships?

Maybe, its exactly as they sing… you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone.

They were people who didn’t judge me. They were people who still believed in all of the potential we could have had. They were people who saw me everyday for almost 13 years of my life, and we grew up and learned together.

It counts for more than you think.

The more and more I think about it, the more and more that I think I might want to return to my ten year reunion for Springstead High School. Sure, everyone went their separate ways after the class of 2001 graduated, but maybe we all went a little too far. Or maybe I’m just a sappy guy.

Spring Hill? Thank you for giving me what I needed, and I wish I could find those friends whom I’m missing… I know that you never truely lose a friend. I hope that all of those lost and gone along these last seven years find their way back to me one way or another, even if its just to say hi, give a quick handshake, and go our separate ways.

Afterall, we did all go our own ways and made our own paths.

And I should finish cleaning so I can follow mine…

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