Reconnecting

      I attended a wedding for one of my two best friends from growing up two falls ago. I hadn't had much connection with these people from my earlier life in a long time, people who now seemed like they might feel more like strangers than my closest confidantes, but our reunion proved to be inspiring in a number of ways. Recently my one friend decided to abandon her PhD program in English literature to pursue a career in publishing and found herself in between stages of life, a place I have been dwelling in for what seems like my entire post-college, "adult" life. The engaged friend was embarking on a new stage of life, but back into the same routine she had been doing before her marriage, and seemed to be at once freaked out by the prospect of becoming a "real adult" and excited to have her wedding over with so she could move on to actually living life with her new husband. The three of us friends ended up reconnecting almost as if no time had gone by at all, first at the wedding, and then with a visit that they arranged to see me while I was "taking some time off" at my parents house in North Carolina, once again unemployed from my seasonal job.

      Once we started talking about the contents of our lives, I found myself being encouraged to write about my life, a life that I don't find interesting, but that maybe some other people might, even if it was only the three of us keeping up with each other's lives. I was having a conversation with a friend the other day where we were talking about all of the experiences we have had and places we have gone and how after they are through, the details disappear unless you write them down. So this is my attempt, I guess, at capturing a little of what details might be hidden in the everyday mundane, and the extraordinary experiences, that my life contains. If not for her encouragement, I wouldn't be writing at all. And they say, if you want to be a writer....write. Cheers.