recently, i ran into another old friend who was also my roommate. about three weeks ago she showed up at a place she knew i’d be. funny thing about that was i haven’t been as regular at that place where she knew i’d be due to schedule conflicts. as fate would have it, we were both there at the same time.
we shared an old house that was a temporary living situation as the house was scheduled to be demolished. it was a peaceful place. there was a pond and horses. just driving up the long driveway seeing the horses and trees was a relief after battling the outside world all day.
before becoming roommates, jill and i had lived across from each other in an apartment complex. we soon discovered that we had many friends in common but had never really met each other outside of saying hello in the parking lot. everyone talked to her b/c she had an awesome dog; wags. everyone knew about the pretty blond girl with the three-legged dog named wags.
at that time, i was traveling a LOT. i hated leaving my two cats when i was gone for a week or two weeks at a time. i had friends that would come in and take care of the place for me while i was gone. moving in with jill was a good move for both of us to save money, and lucky for her i wasn’t there much.
we didn’t keep in touch after i moved up north for whatever reason altho i did talk with her on the day luke was born.
i have missed her so much. it’s weird how you forget how much you love a person until you meet up with them again. she makes the second friend in a matter of few months that i’ve reconnected with.
we played phone tag for about two weeks, emails and we finally talked in real time. last week we met for coffee and talked outside of starbucks while it rained off and on for four hours. we stayed outside b/c i’d brought my dog, sunday with me.
every man/woman/person i’ve ever been intimate with on some kind of level (not just sex), i have remained friends. except for one.
i suppose you can call that co-dependence, but in my defense i am a big believer in that old poem which has this in it: “if you love something set it free. if it comes back to you it’s yours. if it doesn’t it never was.”
old friends are good for the soul, and they help you remember who you are through their eyes. and, i am blessed to have good friends.
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