new best friend
Someone posted last week on craig's list looking for a knitting partner. Needing to keep working on my quilt, I replied & said that I would like to join her. We met up last night & it was good.
She's 60 - which surprised me a bit. Are old people supposed to know about craig's list? She's hip, though, someone I would like to be when I'm 60. She has respectable taste in movies - she recommended The Woodsman & Maria Full of Grace. She knows Mike of Mike's Movie Madness fame. It was a great chat. It is refreshing to interact with people of a different age. It makes my self-absorbed dramas seem insignificant.
I was talking about how everyone seems so transitory right now. Among my circle of friends, my 16 months in Portland makes me feel like a long term resident of this city. Her response was, "my friends don't move away. They die. My husband checks the obituaries every morning to see if any of our acquaintances have passed." It put me in my place.
I hate only being able to share the occasional e-mail or disembodied voice telephone conversation with my friends spread from Berkeley to Bilboa. But I can take some solace in knowing that they are just far away.
They are not dead.
posted by rachel @ 5:33 PM
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Hey,
Found your website through Levi's. I've just made myself a new policy of trying to be clear and upfront with people, so I figured I'd stop reading your website secretly and actually leave a comment. Nice, eh?
Heh, anyway. Just wanted to say that I know exactly what you mean. People I know right now are all spread from the bottom of California through the top of Washington, and it seems like everyone I meet in Portland is leaving soon. Everyone has seemed so transitory for months now. I am feeling like that too, but I keep wondering if I'm the only person who at least knows where they want to live.
But yeah ... it's good that everyone isn't dying.
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