Last night I got a phone call from an old friend, one of my closest friends from back when I was back home and in undergrad. It’s been a while since we talked, so it was really good to hear from her and to catch up on the past and the present. We spent a lot of time laughing and talking about the good old days, and some of the not-so-good old days, but it was great to talk to someone who knows my history, and is an important part of my story.
Sometimes we forget where we came from, who we were, what we’ve been through. This is especially true for those of us who’ve made big changes in our lives that have necessitated leaving what we knew behind, such as I did when I relocated to the States. It’s nice to have someone who reminds you of who you are, who you used to be, and points out how you’ve changed and in what ways you’re still the same person. It’s humbling too, and creates a vulnerable space that, perhaps, is not a bad thing.
Thanks for the chat my friend, it was eye-opening and heartwarming.
