10 Years Gone

High school is now 10 years behind us. 10 years. “10 YEARS!” (in my best Jeremy Piven voice, which isn’t all that good seeing as I’m a woman).

We’ve somewhat grown up and somewhat grown apart.

We used to meet at our diner 4, 5, sometimes 6 nights a week. Me and the guys, C, K, and T. Now I see them once or twice a year.

C is out there, living the single life, partying to his hearts’ content, all the while trying to find himself.

K is expecting his first child this coming Monday. I can’t believe he’s gonna be a daddy.

T just broke it off with his fiancée, which is unfortunate, to say the least. I still wish only good things for him.

M used to meet with us occasionally, but he’s since moved to NY. I get an email once in a blue moon.

K’s still here, working, working, and working. I see her more than anyone else.

J really left right after high school, first to Boston for college, then to LA for 5 years, and has now resided in San Fran for the passed year.

L is still here with me, living in middle suburbia, also newly married, trying to make ends meet. Domestic Goddesses both.

H I haven’t seen since graduation. I saw in the local paper that she’s getting married and now lives in Mass. I miss her.

K, who was the whitest African American I ever knew, found her roots her freshman year of college and started dating some guy named Tiger. I’m not sure where she is now.

B is most likely doing volunteer work in addition to her 60 hours a week job helping anyone and everyone. Maybe she even joined the Peace Corps. B is amazing. I hope to see her again sometime soon.

C got married and moved to Wisconsin but recently moved back to CT this passed summer. I’m hoping to bump into him sometime.

C is living in Ohio doing what he loves: acting. Go Arlo. Hope we can have a cup of coffee together again someday.

There are so many more, friends I haven’t seen or heard from since graduation day. How are they doing? I hear bits and pieces every once in a while. I wish we could all see each other again.

I read my niece’s journal, talking about her 7 best friends, and I hope that 10 years from now, she’s still got those 7 best friends. I hope they meet for lunch occasionally.