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2005-02-16
beam me up
Bun's back in town! Got a call from her yesterday and she's hoping to have me/us over for a dinner soon in the temporary digs she's sharing with other members of her family. Not sure how long she'll be around, but excited to see her for a good old catch up.
I'm still selfish enough to want her all to myself, but willing to own that emotion so I can enjoy her as part of a bigger group now. Still, that's not saying I won't try to get her to myself for at least a moment or two. After all, it's been over two years since we last met in person.
Insert appropriate wavy lines here. Then picture a montage of short clips featuring B and myself in a mulitude of merry situations. Ready? CUE VOICEOVER:
For most of my first years in SF, B and I were constant companions, spending most of our free time with each other. Shortly after I met G she made the jump up North to move in with her new family and our closeness swam down to a deeper level. It breached the surface whenever we spoke on the phone, but drifted down again after goodbyes were said.
OK, the friendship/whale metaphor turns out much weirder than I intended, but it comes closest to expressing thoughts that haven't quite formed fully in my mind.
We always travelled different paths, yet they constantly paralleled one another. Often so closely that the path become as one. At other times, further apart, but never placing us out of site from one another. I sometimes wonder if we met before this life and planned our individual "nesting" phases to coincide. I wonder if we knew about the median strip that would spring up between us, blinding us to each others experiences save for the occasional glimpse when we crossed bridges.
OK, friendship as parallel path not as odd, but too cliche and transition to highway image rather harsh. Will return to these thoughts at a later date.
END VOICEOVER
In other, non-metaphoric news: The comments are finally working for ALL users and not just folks with blogger accounts. Yay!
Labels: blogging, memory lane, shout out
* posted by me at 12:11 AM
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