This weekend Jake and I went to see a friend from High School. Eileen and I lost touch for some reason or another and found each other on MySpace of all places. She's a special Ed teacher for kids and has two Autistic children of her own. She's married and lives in a nice house close to her mom.

It's funny how you expect people to be different after all these years, yet she was the same butthead I remember in high school. Funny, sarcastic and smiling. The ride there I talked a million miles an hour, trying to ready myself for anything. My nervousness wasn't about meeting her as much as it was about putting together gaps in my life. I've always felt incomplete, as if my past were bits and pieces of a whole. I've met so many people who had friendships since kindergarten that it made me feel like I was missing out. It's hard when talking about 'old times' refers to three or four years ago. Now I feel like I'm starting to find myself again. Memories I've suppressed are now just... memories. Good, bad... it's still a part of me. Of course, Eileen telling her mom about us hitch hiking was a memory I wished she could have forgotten. :p There's nothing worse then the wrath of a Jewish mom. heh.

The barbeque went well. Jake neglected to tell me about his online class having homework due so we had to leave early. I wasn't thrilled about that, but what are you going to do... except kill him. Her kids were typical kids, but you could see they had Autism. Eileen helped to take care of special needs foster kids growing up (usually under the age of 2) so she's the perfect mom for them. We planned on getting together sans the kids soon so it will be nice. I think the best part is finally having more friends that we don't just talk to online. Besides my work buddies we haven't had anyone to just hang out with until Cat and Mark arrived. That was a dream come true. We finally have a couple that we can talk about everything and anything with... who have similar views and interests. Hopefully they won't get sick of us. :p

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