At my 20 year reunion, (jeeze has it been almost 8 years?!) I realized, while schmoozing the room, that one of my high school buddies was living in California. Not only living in California, but living 15 miles away from me. We decided to plan a get together when we both returned to the Golden State. Off and on since then, we’ve gotten together for lunches, dinners and mini reunions when other high school friends came to town.
Last year, in January, I took him out for his birthday, while we both happened to be in Sicily.
That’s right, Sicily. Two kids from Small Town, Connecticut now living 15 miles apart in California, had dinner 9,000 miles away in Sicily. Who would have thought it, some 20 odd years ago we’d be know as global jet setters traipsing the world having dinner in exotic locales? Not me!
Even though for the past year we’ve been a mere 15 miles away from each other, we could not coordinate our schedules. We finally met up the other day, again for his birthday. For two hours we chatted, we laughed, we gossiped, we ate.
There’s something about hanging with a childhood friend that brings home around almost close enough to touch.