When I was about 19, my friends (who I am still good friends with) and I loved Dawson’s Creek. OK, we were totally obsessed with it for several years. We would often watch it all together on a Thursday night. Pizza first, followed by Dawson’s Creek.
It was rather intense – you could hear a pin drop during the show, and there would be complete mayhem during the ad breaks as we discussed the latest ‘development’. Mostly the issue was who Joey should be with Pacey or Dawson (I was a Dawson girl all the way!).
We used to spend so much time together. Monday we’d meet on the local school oval and play soccer. Tuesday we’d go to the Thai restaurant for dinner (always order gai pad and a ‘vat’ of satay sauce). Thursday was Dawson’s Creek. Friday and Saturday nights were usually spent together too. Sunday would often be a picnic at the river, followed by church (where we all went and had met). Many people came and went over the years, but some people remained the same.
It’s been quite a few years since I last watched Dawson’s Creek, but I am proud that I am still friends with the Dawson’s Creek ‘gang’. Life has changed beyond recognition. CB was my boyfriend at the time – now we are married with 3 kids. The student lifestyle has gone – in some ways I am relieved about this! Nearly all those people are also married, some to each other (and many are currently pregnant or have just had a baby).
I’ve been feeling quite homesick lately. I miss the friends I have known, in some cases, my whole life. We are all more scattered around the globe now. Some in Asia, in Canada, and like us, no longer in the mountains. Others are still in the mountains. The last time we were all together was at a Wedding in 2010.
I know that you can’t live your life trying to be where ever your friends are. CB has always wanted to move back to the farm – I knew this when I married him. One of my sisters and her husband live in South East Asia. Our closest friends live in Queensland. Time continues to march on, and I wouldn’t change anything about how my life has gone thus far. I know that we can never return to the Dawson’s Creek gang times, but sometimes I would like to, just for an hour. To be surrounded by the friends that have known me through the ups and downs of life, who know my flaws but are gracious to over look them.
I was asked whether we would be staying here or going back to the mountains at the end of the year. The answer is I don’t know. CB is in heaven down here, but I oscillate between really loving it, and desperately missing my old life and wanting it back. They say the first year after you move is really hard. I am thinking that one year is not enough time to see if this is going to work out for us.