old friends in new places

So, I heart facebook. Seriously. And I heart old friends. In the past two weeks, I've had lunch with a Jr. High best friend (and if anyone can be friends with you when you are 13, they can be friends with you when you are 30!), dinner with a Jr. High boyfriend, later best friend (who reminded me that I once sent him the lyrics to "I'll Get Over You" in a note folded like a triangle), connected with my high school boyfriend and more than five high school friends. Not to mention, countless e-mails from college friends including her. Here's why old friends in my life rule:

• They knew me as me, no other person. They liked me that way.
• They know goofy things about me like incidents that happened in 7th grade cooking classes involving way too much orange soda and laughter. And they still like me.
• They call me Steph.
• There is so much to talk about. Say the past 15 years or so...
• It reminds me that I have always, always prevailed. And I have always, always surounded myself with quality people.
• It reminds me that I have a diverse network of people to call friends.
• History. Just good history.