Let's all pack up and move this year
Slip the liars and disappear
Leave memories for auctioneers
And those just standing still
M.N.
There's something both comforting and tragic about having so many close friends living so very far away. On one hand, if I close my eyes and imagine these friends, it's as if the earth is pulsating with warm, gentle vibes just for me, with epicenters in San Francisco and Copenhagen; Brazil and Colorado; Amsterdam and London and Washington DC and even (on particular Wednesday evenings) WaKeeney, KS. I am a lucky and loved girl.
But when my eyes are wide open and I have a hard day, imagining these love-vibes is not a sufficient replacement for a deep strong hug. And even the magic of skype can't recreate a hearty laugh with an beautiful friend over a few cold beers under a warm starry sky (How's that for a lesson in prepositions?).
I crave physical connections. If I like you at all, on any level, chances are you have endured being hugged, patted, poked, squeezed, punched and generally touched by me. And when a separation happens and you leave or I leave and I'm unable to love/abuse you physically, I feel a little bit disconnected with not only you, but myself. Note to self: become better at phone conversations. And find new people in my geographic region to prod and jab.
It's so exciting to watch how everyone's path is being laid out before them, stone by stone. Or rather, to see which stepping stones we're all choosing. Jobs, marriages, families; it's all so adult of us. Yet most of the time I still feel like a pre-adolescent version of myself, watching from the outside, itching for my adult adventures to begin but secretly being happy that I have some more time to just be a kid.
2 comments:
My dear Erin Walsh...I would be happy to give you a hug when you need one!
Hope everything is going well :)
-Megan
Oh Erin,
Not a day goes by that I don't miss your hugs, and one of the hardest things I've found about growing up is leaving such close friends as you. And phone conversations are hard most of the time, because what you really want to do is see a silly movie, or a great concert, make ridiculous memories and then laugh about them over a beer (happy hour anyone?). I'm grateful to have had those times with you, and I'm moving my little epicenter closer to you so I demand we have more. Upon which occasion you had better poke, prod, hug, and love on me all you want--I will to you.
Becca
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