16 April 2009
01 April 2009
oh-ten hundred
Sometimes I get to thinking about time.
This usually happens when the school year is ending, which it is now.
I don't really know what happened. The last two years, since I finished high school, have gone by very quickly.
That actually isn't what I want to talk about. It's the incredible warp that takes place when time and relationships have when they interact.
I lived in Chicago for seven years. There were people I knew the entire time I was there, people I was friends with the whole time. Yet, somehow I was nowhere near as close with them--I didn't know them as well or like them as much--as I was with the people I met at school last year. If I lost contact with one of those old friends it wouldn't be a big deal, it wouldn't upset me, or change my life. If I lost contact with one of my friends from university (which I won't let happen anyway) it would kill me. As with anything there are people I know and am not friends with, but my friends? That would devastate me.
Somehow in a few short months, eight last year and then eight again this year, I met, befriended, and got to know the people whose weddings I'll go to, whose children I'll meet, and who have I'm sure have affected the course of my life staggeringly.
I don't think that two years ago, when I still lived in Chicago with my parents, I was expecting this to happen.
I'm glad it did.
All this is to say that sometimes life throw you a curve-ball, someone tells you something you weren't expecting to hear, and it fills you with joy or sorrow, or results in you spending your evening crying or worrying.
Sometimes you're too far away to do anything about it.
And that sucks.
And when its someone you really care about, sometimes time drags on and on until you hear from them again, and make sure they're really okay.
If you're someone who knows me, and I've met you as an adult, thank you.
If you're someone I don't know, I'm surprised you're reading this.
If you're someone I know but met as a teenager, good luck.
This usually happens when the school year is ending, which it is now.
I don't really know what happened. The last two years, since I finished high school, have gone by very quickly.
That actually isn't what I want to talk about. It's the incredible warp that takes place when time and relationships have when they interact.
I lived in Chicago for seven years. There were people I knew the entire time I was there, people I was friends with the whole time. Yet, somehow I was nowhere near as close with them--I didn't know them as well or like them as much--as I was with the people I met at school last year. If I lost contact with one of those old friends it wouldn't be a big deal, it wouldn't upset me, or change my life. If I lost contact with one of my friends from university (which I won't let happen anyway) it would kill me. As with anything there are people I know and am not friends with, but my friends? That would devastate me.
Somehow in a few short months, eight last year and then eight again this year, I met, befriended, and got to know the people whose weddings I'll go to, whose children I'll meet, and who have I'm sure have affected the course of my life staggeringly.
I don't think that two years ago, when I still lived in Chicago with my parents, I was expecting this to happen.
I'm glad it did.
All this is to say that sometimes life throw you a curve-ball, someone tells you something you weren't expecting to hear, and it fills you with joy or sorrow, or results in you spending your evening crying or worrying.
Sometimes you're too far away to do anything about it.
And that sucks.
And when its someone you really care about, sometimes time drags on and on until you hear from them again, and make sure they're really okay.
If you're someone who knows me, and I've met you as an adult, thank you.
If you're someone I don't know, I'm surprised you're reading this.
If you're someone I know but met as a teenager, good luck.
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