Serendipity. There’s no other way to explain it.
I got a text message this afternoon from an old friend around 3:00 which said that he was in town for 2 days and he’d like to catch up for a beer. My wife and son are out of town. Easy choice.
“Sounds good, where and when?”
I’d not seen John in well over 10 years, maybe 15. You see, I left home for college after the summer between my freshman and sophomore year and essentially never looked back. The fact that my folks moved away from my home town during my junior year, made it even easier to never look back. I’ve been to the town where I grew up, perhaps 5 times since I graduated from college.
I wondered what we’d talk about. Mostly we talked about what had happened in the past 15 years at high levels, and people we knew from high school. It turns out that even if I’d returned to my home town after school, I might be surprised how infrequently I would have run into and talked to people from high school.
You see, there’s this thing called life, and it involves moving on. It involves families, work, new friends, new relationships. And it seems that this movement happens regardless of your spatial
relationship to other people.
Somehow, that seems kind of odd.
Don’t get me wrong, it was really great to see John. We got to talk about old friends and some of our more famous moments from our youth. The conversation was easy and free.
Here’s the interesting thing, none of this would have happened if it hadn’t been for Facebook. For as much as I hate Facebook – there are some good things that have come out of it. And that’s a paradox that’s hard to reconcile.