Yesterday included a very pleasent surprise in the form of Sandy and her beautiful little girl, Caitie, dropping by work (she’s the one who got me the job here before callously leaving to have her baby). So I joined her, Bhavna, and Sandhya for a nice stroll over the Steak & Ale to get Salad & Water – what’s wrong with me? It was mucho fun, and since I keep missing out on chances to see the two of them (oh yeah, and Steve), way too delayed. I took a bunch of pictures, and as soon as I decide the direction my photo gallery is going, they will be posted.
It’s nice getting caught up with friends that you don’t get to see that often anymore. A couple weeks ago my friend Anthony (that’s Antnee to you) came over from San Fran with his girlfriend for a brief visit. Anthony and I were complete strangers when I moved into my second Hoboken apartment. We met not longer after I began hanging out at the Nag’s regularly. Within a month we had grown incredibly close, swapping life stories, a few secrets, and even a late night pickup at the airport (which resulted in the death of my car battery, thank you very much). Unfortunately that all changed when he moved back to the West Coast. Neither of us is the best of long distance communicators, so contact has been sparse. Nevertheless, it feels wonderful to reconnect (which reminds me, I have to e-mail him soon).
I’ve started thinking about this recently, because I don’t have nearly the number of longtime friends that Lisa has. She talks to people who have known her since she was in third grade. None of my friends of acquaintances at this juncture in my life met me before college. Even my college buddies have dwindled over time (and some didn’t really even become friends until after the fact). Most of this is unintentional, people drift apart, move away, become involved, etc. Some people you let go by the wayside because you just don’t fit together. And of course there are relationship that end in fights. Whatever the reasons, I find myself with a fairly different set of friends every couple of years.
There’s one particular person who I do miss terribly. But we’re both awful at keeping in touch, and the addition of my girlfriend made it even more difficult for us to get together. That hurts, but it’s a common situation and one almost impossible to avoid. But circumstances make it difficult to pick up where we left off, and could just make the whole friendship too awkward at this point. Nevertheless, I would not balk at the idea of talking on the phone again.
There’s another one. A very special one. One who I said goodbye to many years ago. Is there an expiration date for friendship? I’ve imagined many times going to see her again, but I begin to doubt whether or not the image in my mind of such a beautiful relationship could withstand the reality of such mental distances. Who knows, but maybe someday I’ll be on her doorstep once again just to say, “How the hell are you?”
Hmm, this went in a very different direction than I had intended. Now speaking of the mighty insect life of Montclair seems rather silly. That’ll have to wait ’til later.