I was going to start a blog, talking about my trip and how everything is going, but after today I decided I’m just going to write one post. The past few days I have been stressing out beyond belief about coming here. Worrying about what it’s going to be like. To give you some background I’m here visiting my ex from high school, (my high school sweetheart as some may say) and his family. We’re all extremely close, I consider them my family. Drew and I haven’t seen each other in 5 years, and this week he is celebrating his one year sober. He and I split due to his new coming addictions which in turn got a lot worse and it wasn’t until a certain event in his life that he and I started talking again, and I’m so glad we did.
We haven’t skipped a beat. It’s amazing.
I feel 17 again, hanging out with my best friend. It’s truly amazing.
He and I are in completely separate lives, have gone completely separate paths, and yet none of that seems to matter, and I couldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Tomorrow he is taking me to breakfast and then to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. I’m so excited.
I needed this vacation. I already know I don’t want to go back.