I moved away from my childhood hometown about 20 years ago. I left my family and my closest friends in the process.
I don’t get back very often but when I do, my friends and I pick up just where we left off. We also text at least weekly. It’s magic and I’m so lucky to have friends like that.
For me, there’s a certain level of comfort knowing I’m still connected to people I’ve known for over 40 years in many cases.
Thanks for positing this article. It’s a nice reminder for me to never take friendships like that for granted.
Your post was moving to me. I'm going to be visiting one of my best friends soon, who lives on the opposite coast, and it's been two years since the last time. I have "all the time in the world" as they say, but yet, a two year interval seemed OK. Then it occurred to me a couple of weeks ago, that if I live 25 more years, I might see my great friend perhaps 10 or 12 more times, it seems so finite. It's a bit like the well known adage that parents will spend the most time they ever will when their children are still in the nest, and once they've flown, the time with them will be minuscule in comparison.
Thanks so much, Keith - and a great point. When you actually do the math it can be pretty sobering. "Tempus fugit", after all. It's essential to enjoy the unknowable time we have. Best wishes to you.
I moved away from my childhood hometown about 20 years ago. I left my family and my closest friends in the process.
I don’t get back very often but when I do, my friends and I pick up just where we left off. We also text at least weekly. It’s magic and I’m so lucky to have friends like that.
For me, there’s a certain level of comfort knowing I’m still connected to people I’ve known for over 40 years in many cases.
Thanks for positing this article. It’s a nice reminder for me to never take friendships like that for granted.
Your post was moving to me. I'm going to be visiting one of my best friends soon, who lives on the opposite coast, and it's been two years since the last time. I have "all the time in the world" as they say, but yet, a two year interval seemed OK. Then it occurred to me a couple of weeks ago, that if I live 25 more years, I might see my great friend perhaps 10 or 12 more times, it seems so finite. It's a bit like the well known adage that parents will spend the most time they ever will when their children are still in the nest, and once they've flown, the time with them will be minuscule in comparison.
Thanks so much, Keith - and a great point. When you actually do the math it can be pretty sobering. "Tempus fugit", after all. It's essential to enjoy the unknowable time we have. Best wishes to you.
I enjoy listening to the podcast and reading about your journey.
The transitions can be bittersweet for sure. The book Life Is In The Transitions attempts to quantify such things. I enjoyed it.
Wishing you the best.
Dean