So, I have a confession to make.
I totally missed writing up a journal entry for this year’s Darkest Night. Whoops. Now I’m going to back-track and write a little bit about the end of this past year.
So, anyways, now on to that confession.
I invited people over to my house that I had only talked to before on the Internet. Then I drove across the state with them to meet other Internet people. This is not something normal people do.
Well, it’s not like I haven’t driven across the United States to hang out with people I met on online before, or did it again the next year, or again for a third year, but at least I had met them in real life first. Plus, this time I even dragged my wife into it.
And I couldn’t be happier that I did.
I don’t know, with all my friends scattering to the four winds, literally across the world. I’m not being able to spend as much time with them as I would like to anymore, it’s nice to move on and meet new people and discover all of their hopes, dreams, fears, and struggles. Some of them are struggling with the exact same questions and ponderings that kept me awake at night five or so years ago, and some of them are ten years ahead of me on the road and I’m learning more about what’s ahead for me. You can’t sustain your life on Internet friends, but they are nice to have when the friends sitting in front of you frustrate the life out of you.
So, back to Christmas time… we hosted friends over at our house for New Year’s Eve and then drove out to Huntsville, Alabama. We spent a weekend making each other laugh and playing too much Gamecube. Alisa took pictures, and so did Carla Jean. As did Mrs. Reilly and Steven Jones
We had so much fun, we got together again later that month to see Derek Webb in concert
It’s so odd. I used make fun of people that talked about their friends they met on Internet. Of course, then I had a friend marry someone he met on Internet. Now they have a child that’s a year and half old. Life has a funny way of turning you into the person you used to make fun of.