Last week I took a trip home for the first time in six months and to my surprise I actually had a great time. Since my family broke up almost three years ago because of my Dad’s violent alcoholic girlfriend I always have anxiety about going home. I get anxious because I associate my hometown with all of the bad memories that come along with that unforgettable night in October 2010. Since then I have never looked forward to going home, but last week was a pleasant surprise.
Home will always be a part of us – no matter how far away we run from it
I moved away from my small hometown as soon as I graduated from high school because I wanted bigger and better things out of life. I wanted to live in a big city and take advantage of all the things that big cities have to offer. For the past 12 years I always thought that I was bigger and better than my little hometown but the truth is that no matter how far away I move, my hometown will always be a part of me.
I had a fun time visiting with my family, I spent some time with my Dad and thankfully the evil step witch (aka my Dad’s girlfriend) was nowhere in sight. Of course the relationship with my Dad will never be the same because I will never forgive him for not having my best interest at heart, but it was nice to have a conversation with him that didn’t end in a fight about his alcoholic girlfriend.
I spent a lot of time with my best friend and it was just like being in high school all over again. I have known her since we were in grade school and I don’t tell her this often enough (or ever) but I really do miss her. She is a great friend, she has always been there for me and despite our geographic locations we have remained friends for more than 20 years.
Have you called your best friend today?
I have made new friends in my new city but the relationship with friends that you make later on in life will never have the same bond that we have with friends from our childhood. My friend and I grew up together and it’s nice to know that I can talk to her about anything without judgement.
I can talk to her about that awful night three years ago because she was there. That night when my Dad’s girlfriend turned violent was so awful and no one can really understand it unless they were there. I definitely wish that night never happened, but I am glad that my best friend was there by my side. She was my saviour through the whole thing and she has been my supportive rock ever since.
My best friend and I grew up together and it’s comforting to know that even now, despite our distance, we are still close. At 32 years old we are experiencing the same struggles in life as young adults, we are asking ourselves the same questions about where we fit in the world and we are both excited to see what the future holds.
In life we don’t need a lot of friends, but we always need one best friend. Yolanda, I had a great time hanging out last week. I want to thank you for listening and I thank you for all of the advice. You truly are a wonderful friend.