Really … It’s Raining?

Dear Journal,

We finally got some much needed rain here in O.C. / L.A., which is nice for a change. The only thing I despise about it is that I’m stuck in my apartment during the weekend or traffic is a nightmare during the weekdays.

Anyway, I was driving home Monday night when I get a text from this guy I used to work with. It’s been awhile since I’ve spoken to him and found it peculiar that he text me.

So I got back to my apartment and replied asking how he was, apparently he has “time” now and wanted to hangout. He called when I was eating dinner and we talked for a little bit.

Bottom line he wanted some advice on school and finding a job. We continued talking and made plans to grab dinner on Saturday. 

I was hesitant about it because it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. That awkwardness of not seeing him for awhile would be there, where the only thing we could do is reminisce.

Because I can’t really talk about the present since he only exists in my past, and not the present.

He wouldn’t know why I wanted to buy a house, or how work is going, or where my sister was. (I think she’s going to Vegas this week, mom and I don’t really know the exact day, which is sad.)

The only thing we still have in common was that we used to work together, that it feels like that’s the only reason we’re friends.

It’s almost like reading a book, putting it down for a couple of years, and picking where you last left off. For some it’s easy to do continue without feeling that there was a break, but for most it’s not that easy.

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