So last night I went to a bar in Addison to meet up with the people in my graduating class for a slightly unusual reunion. You see the reunion included my high school as well as my rival high school’s graduating class of 1993. It was a bit awkward because there were lots of people I didn’t know but at the same time it was kind of cool. I got to catch up with a few people that I haven’t seen in a long time. Our official reunion will be in October so I will see some of these people again in a few months. One member of our class said that they were planning one of these at least once a year. It is funny to think about that but we will see if they actually follow through with it. It was good to get out and do something rather than just staying home wallowing in the fact that I haven’t heard from the man I love for a week. I would love to think that this is just a normal distance but it really doesn’t feel like it. I have enjoyed the weekend though. I refuse to sit around and do nothing. I need to move on because I know that he won’t waste time worrying about me. It is time to realize that life is a journey and mine is not anywhere complete.