This "weekend" began on Thursday with me standing in a convent chatting with a very sweet very old nun about my plans for this past weekend and ended just a few hours ago with a text message from a go-go dancer saying she was worried about me because she didn't hear back from me when she called on Saturday.
I'd say "Only Me" but at this point it's beginning to feel a bit redundant.
I woke up just past 2 A.M. on Friday morning, I didn't fall asleep for more than a few minutes again until just past 4 A.M. this morning.
In between I said a lot, did a little, cried twice, said I love you a thousand times (and meant it), hugged more people (and with both arms) than I have in my entire life, and realized that just because something ends doesn't really mean it's over.
You see there are people and there are places in your life that will hold a special meaning for you no matter how far removed from them you are. Antioch is one of those places, these kids are definitely some of those people. It's comforting knowing that when the times comes for us all to move on that we'll still have something that ties us together. It's even better knowing that it's not something I have to think about for a little while longer.
See I'm not going anywhere. And from the sounds of it neither is anyone else. And if there's been a single thing in the past little while that's made me happier than that I can't think what it is.
I'm sure in the next couple of days they'll be more and more for me to say about the things that went on this weekend. More stories to tell, more emotions to make sense of. But right now I'm just going to say that I'm getting a little bit scared. If things just keep getting better and better like this I might actually end up with some sort of life.
Perish the thought.
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