Remembering in-depth conversations

Sometimes, when I look at Facebook, I find myself remembering in-depth conversations with friends from way back when.

Take today. I was just perusing my “hometown-based” friends filter (seriously, if you’re a casual Facebooker and get frustrated keeping up with friends, try filters; they’re awesome) and with every face, so familiar yet aged 15 years+, I found myself remembering conversations. Some in the dark of a “yella-dog” (school bus) on the way home from a football game. Some in the school parking lot. Others through the tears of broken hearts.

We’ve all grown so much since then… since when we thought these dramas would end our worlds.

Some are married with kids. Others happily single. All with those conversations long-forgotten.

Sometimes, like today, I long to have another in-depth conversation with these old friends. How are they? Tell me about your life. Tell me all about what’s happened with you since those long-ago conversations.

Facebook only shows us what we all want others to see. It doesn’t share a person’s heart. It doesn’t share their thoughts and hopes. It doesn’t truly share the things only a long one-on-one conversation can share.

Just because these friends have long-ago left my life, they’ve never left my heart. Maybe they’ve changed a lot. Maybe today we WOULDN’T be friends. But I still remember them. I still remember who they were. And they all touched my life, and I still hope the best for them.

So here is to all the old friends… the ones you still love every day, even if you may never see them again in your life.

 

From the back of a motorcycle

Yesterday, my husband and I went for a ride on the bike with no destination in mind. It was fun to just ride back roads, then stop and try to figure out where we were with the GPS.

From the backseat of a motorcycle
We don’t have an intercom system, which means no talking and lots of time to think. I had a chance to think about goals, dreams and how to get to them. I had a chance to think about things that have bothered me, and try to figure out why they were an issue. I had time to just take in the world and enjoy living in the moment.

I saw plenty of things that made me laugh out loud. (My personal favorite was the Tennessee Vols fan who painted the fire hydrant by his drive way orange and white.) I saw the beauty of Middle Tennessee everywhere I looked. We encountered kind and friendly folks.

At one point, we peeled off the road to consult the GPS. A white minivan pulled up beside us, and a man checked to see if we were broken down. He explained that he rides too and just wanted to make sure we were okay. It made me happy in my heart to find kind people in this world.

One area we rode through, literally every person waved. It made me wish we weren’t so far from downtown Nashville… otherwise I’d insist we buy a house there to be around such friendly people!

On yet another positive note, for once we did NOT have anyone obviously not see us. Yay for safety! Keep your eyes open for motorcycles!

From the backseat of a motorcycle

It started to get dark, and the temperatures started to drop. Not dramatically, but enough that you could really feel it on the bike! We called it a day and headed home for dinner. I was a bit sad to see it end, but it just made me more ready for an upcoming road trip with friends.

Yes, I am getting into this whole motorcycle thing. Help us all, right? But I love that I’m growing to love something my husband is so passionate about… broadening my horizons and seeing things in a whole new way. Gotta appreciate that.