Tuesday
How is it that old friends can so easily slip into the freshly etched grooves of a new life path?
My 4th year roommate at UVA, Leise Hook, better known as the my fellow thesis fanatic, who I should have credited in my bibliography as a source of sanity/madness/joy/fear/frustration/caffeine addict partner in crime, had just finished up her year teaching English in Thailand and decided to do a swing through Europe and taste the foreign flavor for the first time. Tuesday after work I skipped to the airport to pick her up and had to hold back tears of joy when I saw my old bud. She knew all the right things to say, "haven't been waiting long...you look great...so glad to see you...no no, I'll carry my bag" and just as if we were meeting after class at UVA we talked the next 4 days to the ground.
I'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone waiting and wanting to see you. Someone to eat dinner with. Someone to walk home with. Someone to chat over cups of tea with. Old memories sweetened the reunion. Not that Leise knows me through and through or that I'm even worried about that, but she has a good feel about who "Katie" is and god it was awesome to laugh nostaglically with someone who loved me then and loves me now.
Andalucia softened its growl today, my new friend helped distract me from all the little troubles I'd been stuck staring down for the past week. Suddenly it was just laughter and smiles...stories of Thailand and a warm spring night.
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