it's all about context

i once wrote in a journal entry that being back in the city was sort of like looking at a photo album of familiar places. places that had history yet at the time it was out of balance because there was a person missing in the photos. several years have passed now and i have once again returned to the city and have gone ot some of the same places. some things have shifted though, the sames places connect to different emotions now. they are not alien, just different. they aren't bad or good, there is no need to grade them that way.

stopped to see an old acquaintance. we chatted for about 15 minutes. she asked about christine. i caught her up on things and us. she is amazed that christine and i have stayed such close friends after everything. i couldn't imagine it any other way. she said some other sweet things, it made me feel warm and fuzzy for a moment!

later as i sat checking email after getting out from seeing episode III, i chatted with christine and thought about my conversation with barbara then i told her, "i love that you are my friend, christine."