I was reminded Sunday of a few things. of how easy it is to feel like, to think that, you know someone. even when you really don't. of how I consider among my friends those who read my random ramblings and those who invite me to read about their lives, even those I have not met. of how much I enjoy the mental vacation of writing.
my friend Yoda reminded me of these things while keeping me company waiting for my flight home. (and yes, I'll get to the tales of my travels soon.)
he's the third person I've met through this writing experiment. and so far, I'd say, I'm three for three. kt's become an amazing friend. and through her I met the talented stacers, although only briefly. and now, Yoda.
is it just me or are the people who pour their thoughts and wishes and dreams out for the world to read a special kind of people? or maybe I'm just a bit biased.
but sitting in the airport talking with my old/new friend was wonderful. he's more kind and interesting in person than even his entries would lead one to believe.
our conversation felt to be between old friends catching up on each others lives, rather than two people who had never really met. and catch up we did, as I've been remiss with my friends. yes, all of you.
I know, I know. I've been too busy. I haven't written, or called. I haven't read up on your lives, or commented when I have. and I'm sad I won't have much time to change that anytime soon.
but as I learned Sunday, as with all true friends, it doesn't matter how long it has been, time makes no difference when there is friendship as a tie. and I feel extremely lucky to have met such wonderful friends.
yes, all of you.