I think I’ve written on this before – but every now and then – I feel a twinge of jealousy for those who have grown up in the same place all their lives. Being around friends who have known me for over 5 years is something I don’t often get nor appreciate when I do…

There’s a luxury to deep history

between friends
having those around

who have known you forever

Twenty years of knowing turns quick
To depth of conversation
15, 25, sixteen growing into thirties

Still knowing
Still okay
Even more free now
Of eighth grade insecurities

Where you can’t use the excuse,
“you don’t know me”