Twenty years goes by quickly. More quickly than you might imagine.
I’ve lost many of those years to alcohol. That’s not a particularly telling insight. It’s not even particularly unique, either. We all lose track of what’s important from time to time.
Mine just spread out a few extra years.
But I’m trying very hard to put those days behind me. To re-make my life the way I’d always intended it to be. And that means re-connecting with my past. The me of 20 years ago. The fresh-faced kid from Loveland. Before life and the world came calling.
I’ve stayed in touch with many of my friends from school, which to be honest is many of the people from my class. We were a small, tight-knit group. I wouldn’t begin to have enough time to talk about all of the people who – after years of sporadic talk – offered kind words, time, or written notes in the earliest and roughest days of my alcohol recovery.
No matter where I go in the world or what I do, Loveland is a part of my soul. Burned into the fiber of who I am. As are the people who made up the town.