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While sticking to a theme starting with the last post, I’ve been noticing that old friends have been contacting me a lot more recently than they have in the past two, maybe three years.  One of my best friend from high school, texted me a couple weeks ago to let me know I got a new phone.  We texted each other back and forth for a while as I was eating dinner with my parents at the Potosi Brewery. He says he is finally settling down in the Dells after traveling the country-side.  A majority of my run-ins have occurred over Facebook chat.  No one normally chats to me on facebook unless its direly important.  Well, a couple of old classmates, my 2nd cousin, and a couple of old friends all struck up conversations with me with-in a week.

Is Fall the season of nostalgia or reminiscence?  It was great to hear from them all, but its odd that it would occur together like that.  Maybe its a profile picture I put up that caught their attention?  At least this way, Facebook is serving its actual purpose of socially connecting old friends.  I was surprised that my 2nd cousin got a hold of me, I haven’t talked to her since I was a sophomore in high school I believe.  Her smile reminds me of her grandma’s (that be my aunt) from her picture.  She lives in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and she said she was watching television one day and noticed that a guy on there looked surprisingly like me and thought it was my brother.  I was quite surprised she’d be able to tell, because she said never met Lance before, but I guess everyone thinks I look more like Lance than I do Adam, but I’ve always heard otherwise.  I wish to get down to Cedar Rapids sometime to visit Lance and maybe even see her, assuming that it’s no longer a flooded wasteland. hahaha…oh…too soon?

One question that pops up from my old acquaintances is, “Don’t you miss high school/home?”  Short answer, I can say No.  Considering I’ve only been home only four or five times this year, as opposed to my 20+ times every year prior, I feel I am becoming comfortable with living on my own.  I love going back to see the family, and I love when they come visit.  Home has changed.  Mainly for the good though!  But when something such as “home” changes without you, can you still call it home?

I just realized its Noon.  I must mosey off to State/Local Government.