I remember my husband coming home with a computer about, hum let's say, 13 years ago. The thing was beige, huge and ugly. I asked him what in the world we'd need that for, and then gave him the sermon, we already have enough distractions in life, I don't even have time to watch tv, etc etc. He told me I could email my family. I told him my family and I WROTE to each other.
When did the world change so much? Can I even imagine life without the internet today? I'd survive, of course I would. But it would be hard, part of it being that I have friends that live in my computer. They have lived there for about ten years, and they've been here for me through the rocky stages of my life. The have helped me grow with their examples, and they have taught me too many things. My Online Friends are a big part of my life, and we comunicate almost daily. I've seen their pictures, heard their voices, laughed over almost to nothing, cried when one of them goes through a trial, and smile when I think of them. Over the years my list of online friends has slowly grown, and I enjoy meeting new faces, learning about people. We are a bunch of gooffy, strong and beautiful women, each one unique, each one a jewel. We are married, single, we have kids, we can't conceive, we are republicans, we are democrats, we are short, we are tall, and some of us even like celery. Ok, let's not go there.
During the years I have wondered what would it be like to actually meet them, hug them, play with them, see what they look like when they first get up and when they're not smiling for the photo. I wondered what I would feel being around the people I know so well, yet have never met. Odd. How can someone love who she cannot see? But I do, I really do, and I still dream that one day I will meet them all. For now, they live in my computer and in my heart.
My Online Friends have a weekend together once a year. Between living in Boony Ville and moving to Portugal, I never had the chance to go to the girl's weekend out. I have read and heard about previous gwo's, and ached to be there, knowing perfectly well it was impossible... then. This year, well, let's say I've been jumping up and down for the las two months, because on Thursday, August 4th 2011, I will land in Utah in a parachutte and for the whole weekend, I'll be with them. In the same house. In the same room. Breathing the same air.
How can one prepare for this? I can't write down my feelings and emotions right now... excitement, anxiety, joy, fear (what if they don't like me?), even nausea. Will I laugh and shriek, or will I cry? Will I jump up and down, or or I fall flat on the floor? Will I hug them 'til they burst, or will I paralyze? Or will I, like I do many a time when I'm extremly nervous, start laughing so hard that no one will be able to stop me for at least 2 straight hours? (or until someone knocks me in the head with a hammer, or manages to shove a xanax down my throat)
** double sigh**
I will fly to UT tomorrow and stay with friends until Thursday. Then they will take me to my very first GWO.
What will follow, we'll all have to live and see.