Go Speed, go!

I was sitting in class yesterday and my friend Laura looks my direction and starts laughing uncontrollably at my Speed Racer lunchbox. Then we text each other about "dangling participles" for a while.

That was a great time and all, but you know what is really great? I know it's bad journalistic form, but I'm going to tell you.

Having the type of relationship with people who you rarely see, but can pick up right where you left off, even though four years have passed since your last conversation.

I went to the Jones - Morrow wedding this past weekend with my fiance, Sarah, and sat across the table from a friend that I hadn't talked to to since high school graduation in May 2005. Sure, we had a lot of catching up to do, but that didn't matter; we were able to squeeze four years of conversation into 30 minutes, and I am pretty sure nothing important was left out.

That conversation made me think about how many others out there have that type of relationship with somebody (family excluded).

And now here I am at work, blogging - because I can get away with it - reminiscing about old high school times and the people I surrounded myself with. There were countless nights spent in basements playing spin the bottle, Halo nights at the Boks, nights spent toliet papering teachers houses and parties in garages. But now, with two collegiate degrees almost under my belt and over 1000 nights away from my lonely hometown of Antwerp, Ohio, I've turned my back on everything I've left behind and created a new life and a new name for myself.

I don't regret loosing touch with the 54 people I graduated with or the 40 or so others I considered friends. In fact, I've got a whole new set to play with. And, no offense, Antwerp, but these people are a lot cooler (with the excpetion of a few).

To conclude: Antwerp, you can keep your townies and hold my memories, but you'll never take my freedom.

--
Stromski

Post Script: Ohio, as a whole, you're not much better either.