It's been a few months... a long long few months filled with joyous events like our beautiful wedding and another wild weird eye & soul-opening trip to Burning Man.
And now it's officially fall. I can tell by the way the fog hangs in the palm trees in the morning. It's making me nostalgic for Virginia or Vermont; for those cool mornings when you didn't really have to do anything for a few hours and the weather made it okay to just curl up and read in bed for a few more hours.
But today I am here to admit something many of you already know:
Hi, my name is Brooke and I am a Facebook addict.
It's true.
It's sad.
But here are some of the good things that have happened because of Facebook:
I got to see recent pictures of Chelsey and the twins (Chelsey will be 18 soon! yikes!). I still miss those kids, even after 4 years.
I have connected with people from college that I wasn't actually that good friends with, but always really liked. And am having lunch with a bunch of them tomorrow!
I discovered that one of my old Woodmont/Swanson/W-L schoolmates lives in LA... and his wife takes my Mommy & Me class. I "officially" met her yesterday, and adore her, and we're all planning to get together for brunch soon! So yay for NEW friendships from old acquaintances.
I keep up with friends I've been missing over the years - friends I've know since kindergarten, or junior high, or high school, or college or even just in other lives here in LA. It's awesome to see that my friend Audra, from those weird years with Candace, just had a baby. A little weird to see that her mobile updates while she was in labor, but such in the modern world we live in! And it was a great way to let a lot of people know in a short amount of time.
But here's why I like Facebook the most right now:
There are folks in my friends list I wasn't necessarily BFF with in high school - some I just plain didn't really like. We had different priorities, or they were prettier/more popular than me and I held it against them, or whatever... But now we're all in our (oh God!) late-30's and I look at photos of them with their kids and wives or husbands and I realize that none of that really mattered. I am truly happy to see these people as adults, smiling with their cute kids and find myself wondering what kind of adult did they turn out to be? Are they someone I could be friends with now? And most of the time the answer's yes. And thankfully I get to have that chance. It's cool.
I was once accused of wanting to hold onto a friendship simply because it was an old friendship, because we'd be friends since we were 6. And my answer to that accusation then (and now) is no - I want to hold onto a friendship that old because it's been a part of my soul for so long that to lose it completely would be like cutting off my little toe. Yes, I may not need my little toe, but it doesn't mean I wouldn't miss it if it were gone.
In the time that I've waxed somewhat poetic about a social network site, the fog has completely lifted off the garden and out of the palm trees, leaving behind a beautiful, clear and crisp morning behind. I was hoping for a cooler day, some time to work in the garden, but that will have to be later, when it cools off a bit. In Southern California it's always summer.
