Existential Starbucks Mood
I had a nice lunchtime break with a former coworker (and now pregnant stay-at-home mom) today whom I haven't seen in several months. Julie and her little 20-month-old girl picked me up and we went to Starbucks.
It was nice to catch up with her, and nice to remember why we became friends outside of work in the first place. It can be hard to find friends as a post-college adult, so I really appreciate the rare ones with whom I click nowadays. I just need to do a better job at balancing my "busy schedule" with staying in touch and hanging out.
A twenty minute drive is not as far as Seattle or Cincinnati or Chicago or Denver, where my far-flung but still-dear friends live.
It's also nice to realize that there are other people around my age who feel like they don't have many friends. Ten years ago, in college, friends were easy to come by and easy to corrale into social gatherings.
Such are the hazards of getting older and moving away from your core group of friends (or having them move away from you). That would be one benfit of the old-time society in which people were born, lived and died in the same place. Friends and relatives all around. Adventuring out in the modern world can be exciting, but a bit lonely at times.
I think I'm homesick; I just don't know where the place is that I would call home.
(Is it schizoid paranoia or just existential blues?)
