Old Home Week
This week has brought a couple of interesting coincidences. Now that I'm on blogger, I went searching for people I might know, and I found one: g8s. G8s and I went to college together. He was actually the first person I met there; we were on the same KCollege tour as high school seniors, and as it turned out, he already knew my roommate, Juice. In his blog he writes about a friend of ours, Blake, and his desire to get back in touch. I've been cleaning out my house preparing for the adoption homestudy, and I just went through a box of papers I haven't opened since college. I found a letter Blake had written me while he was on foreign study in Sierra Leone. I started thinking about the way we leave our marks on each other, how our lives often split, then intersect again later. My biggest regret, my greatest embarassment is my failure to keep in touch with the people I love. I think about them often, but have let them slip through my fingers, like sand. Each have left their mark on me, changed me, bettered me, and I love them for no other reason than that they are who they are. G8s, Blake, Juice, Key, Ilana, Kate, Stephanie, thank you for everything, and I will do better. Katee would be in that list too, except she just tracked me down after many years. I am so happy for her, and proud of her for the changes she's made. We all grow up, some times grow apart, but we were always meant to be a part of each other's lives. I like to imagine how we'll meet in our next lives as well. Will Juice always help me be true to myself? Will Key always talk politics, history, and film with me? Will he always call me Tycho Brahe (that would be in reference to my hard nosed positions, folks, not the lack of a nose, yo)? Will Ilana always be my first love? Will Katee always make me laugh? I really hope so.