When I was a kid, I had a friend and we swore we would be friends forever. When we were about 11 years old he moved away and aside from a visit a year later, we haven't seen each other since. Over 35 years later I still remember the sense of freedom, the sense of fun, the laughter we shared when we were young. Now, I wonder what it would be like if we ran into each other. Would I recognize him, would he recognize me? Would we have anything in common other than the shared memories? Would we still even be able to be friends? I am finding that as I have the opportunity to reconnect with my past, I sometimes don't recognize myself for what I used to be. I have experienced growth, transformation, healing. People that I was friends with don't always understand why I'm not the same as I used to be. They don't see or can't relate to the things I've experienced. That's OK. Sometimes our journey takes us far away from home and sometimes that's the best thing that can happen to us. I cherish my past and have many fond memories. I'm more comfortable though where I am today and that's OK.