Life is an ever-evolving roller coaster that is like velcro: every experience and person clings to you in a certain way as part of the equation that leads to the inevitable you. I heard from an old friend today with whom I hadn’t communicated in a long time – my friend Kathie.
She now lives in London with her likely HOT husband (Kathie always had the hottest boyfriends) and her son. She is also one of the people in my life who I have known 90% of the time I’ve been alive. Several months ago, I reconnected with a mutual friend of ours, Gretchen, who had dinner in Detroit with another childhood buddy, Tony. Tony gave me Gretchen’s cell number. Eventually, Gretchen and I got caught up and I finally got Kathie’s email. Several days ago, I sent an email to all those in my contact list who I cared to tell that I was moving back to San Francisco. Kathie responded:
How great to hear from you!!! Just a funny coincidence, but I was speaking about you to my husband and friends just the other day. I was telling them about the parties at your farmhouse in Maine. I remember someone (I think
you) telling a ghost story about a ghost with a bloody finger. I was so frightened from it and I think about the story now and just laugh. I have a two year old son which is why I was thinking about it (we need to be careful as he can get very scared by things like NEMO).
I would love to catch up more fully. I have thought about you a lot over the years. We really do go way, way back. I would love to hear how you got on your career path which sounds fascinating. Do you have a partner? Did you ever meet your natural parents? I remember the last time we spoke you were going to try to find them (I think).
Thank you so much for getting in touch and do please let me know a few things to catch me up!!!
With Kind Regards,
I responded immediately and shared where I was in my life. What I remember most about my relationship with Kathie was a road trip we took in 1983 to look at Dartmouth together. It was our first choice college, and my parents let us borrow their 1980 Pontiac Bonneville to make the trek. Her high school boyfriend was a freshman at Dartmouth while we were still seniors, so we had a place to stay. We both wanted to go to Dartmouth so badly, and I don’t think two people deserved to go more than we did.
We played the soundtrack to “Fame” on a cassette deck on the seat, and drove across New England to check out colleges. We both came from multi-generational Maine/Canadian families and didn’t have a lot of resources to help us realize our dreams. We are both pretty smart, and decided to take our lives in our own hands.
We both got admitted early decision, and spent four years at Dartmouth together. I visited Kathie in New York in the late ’80s when she worked at a bank there. Then, we lost touch. Now we reconnect, much older, wiser, and probably better than ever.
Way back near the beginning of my blog, I posted yearbook greetings from my childhood friends. Here’s what Kathie wrote:
We have had some great times this year and in the past. I remember when Mike ________, Maura ________, you and I used to play together. You always make me laugh. Next year will be wonderful at the Big D. I’m so glad we both were accepted. We are going to have the best years of our lives there. I can’t wait. I’m sure I’ll see you this summer and next year. It’s going to be great. We will definitely have to party this summer. Congratulations on a great year, and take care.
Kathie, thanks for writing! I can’t wait to see you soon, and meet the hubby and kids. Hopefully I will have a hubby too.