It was before my first job. It was right before Sept. 11. It was while I was a very educated unemployee, one of so many, whiling away my summer by finding that there were others who were as amazed with HP as I was.

We’ve all moved to different places, but I don’t think we feel abandoned. I think we feel…happy for what we had then and what it lead to, and so happy that the friendships still exist. All my important friendships still exist, and that’s just so cool. I’m trying to go visit RJA in – well – sometime before the fall; I’ll see you, I’m sure, at the Witching Hour but I hope before then; the people I knew I connected with at that time are still as connected as they were.

Speaking of don’t IM…I think last night was the first time I was on Yahoo!Messenger in six months. I’m hardly ever on AIM and when I am I don’t IM anyone, or I block everyone but the one person I signed on specifically to talk to. I hardly ever check LJs – i have to be pointed to important things. And I wonder about the same things, if the people who were my first HP friends feel like I’ve just gone on to other things and forgotten the beginning. I haven’t, not at all. It was the most important time in my HP wanderings, because I found people who were intelligent, and goodhearted, and who let me know it was all right to be as obsessed as I was and still be an adult. Without that I would have never found my way to TLC or to any of the things I do with the site now. And I wouldn’t have these amazingly brilliant friends, who I can call when I want to, oh, *debate* something (nudgenudge).

And it’s late and I should be sleeping so I’ll take my sappy self off now. thanks for posting this, it was nice nostalgia. But this isn’t nostalgia that’s old and moldy, it’s the sweet kind that happens when good things led to better things and you look back on the first blessings.