This is a kind of spin-off of what I said not long ago about going back to the people I used to know.

Anyway, tomorrow I may (emphasis on may) be seeing someone who I haven’t seen in around four-five years; my old best friend, from when I was four years old. Since going back on MSN Messenger I have began talking to her again, and seeing as tomorrow she is apparently going to come up to my city (about 18 miles away from her home) we are hopefully going to try and meet up. I’m actually very, very nervous about this.

When I was eight, I was moved away from the town I was living in and packed up into a bungalow in a city where the rest of my family lived. This was because of two things: 1) the house we were living in was far too expensive; lots of things were happening, like things breaking or needing maintenance, that my parents realised we could no longer afford, and 2) because my parents were going through a shitty patch and just wanted to get as far away from each other as possible. They didn’t divorce, and they’re back together now (although, I honestly think they would’ve been better off if they had divorced… but that’s a completely different blog entry, heh), but I’m still living here, quite a distance away from my old friends. I lived up here with my dad, with my mum back home, and had to start a new life with new friends, seeing as it hadn’t even occured to me to keep in contact with people I had known (we didn’t have mobile phones or emails back then *sadface*).

It’s awfully nostalgic going on things like bebo and facebook and looking up people I used to know. With just a stupid primary school rhyme to keep me going (there were lots of them, but mine was Aimee Green eats Jelly Beans x]) I typed in all of the names I could think of and then proceeded to try and find some kids I used to know. Not every name was successful, but I actually managed to find a load of kids from my old primary school and… wow, everyone has changed. I’m not sure if I’ve changed as much as them. It would be nice one day to try and keep in contact with my old good friends, but I have doubts that they’ll even remember me – I seem to remember things from years ago better than some people, I’ve found out over the years.

When I was four, I met a girl who turned out to be my favourite person ever. And it turned out that she was the daughter of my mother’s favourite person ever, and they had been hoping we’d meet up. All the way through until I moved away we were always hanging around and playing with each other; seeing as our parents saw each other all the time, we did as well. We went to kids’ club together, went horseriding for the first time (horses became her passion after that… I hated it. It was slightly better when I went last year, but I still wouldn’t do it again), constantly slept over each others’ houses, went to town festivals etc together, and just generally stayed best friends. The only thing we didn’t do together was go to school, but that didn’t matter much, seeing as we saw each other every day anyway. We were two blonde kids and we both had that schoolgirl fantasy of being sisters – one day we were going to get our own flat, too.

I did still see her when I moved away, but everything obviously deteriorated due to the long distance. Mum didn’t really want to keep in contact with the girl’s mum because of her new husband (he’s one of those really snobby blokes who Mum never liked, not even through school) and I have never been great at picking up the phone, even when I know who will be answering. Anyway, a few years after I moved I decided to write to her, and for a while I was in contact again (she gave me her email address, etc). Never, since I was about eleven years old, have I been down to see her, even though I go to my grandparents’ every summer. But I’m hoping that soon I will, especially since this summer is going to be epic, and I might even try to find some of those other old friends too, although like I said they probably won’t remember me. I only remember their names and vaguely their faces.

Tomorrow I may finally see just how much my friend has grown up, and how different she is. I may even find out how different I am. It’s weird, though, because even though it has only been five years, this girl right now seems like a stranger to me – I’m going to have to get to know her all over again, because we have both been seperated for so long. I struggle to remember anything we used to have in common that would still count now.

I think a school reunion would be a good idea, one day. ^_^