Yesterday was great. I’m trying not to make this one of those blog posts where I ramble on and on until I lose 80% of my readership. That happens far too often.
I was with an old friend yesterday. Someone I’ve known since 2004 / 2005 era back when I was skinnier, less intelligent, far less money in the bank and a lot more free time. We were best friends and sort of fell apart but we didn’t really change, it was such a situational sort of thing like the stuff happening to us drove us apart. I can see now how close we always will be.
It’s hard to deal with that internally. Like, I can go about my life working hard, exploring new parts of the world and trying new hobbies. I can date, make friends and interact with others. I just don’t think I’ll ever stop being their friend. How could I? How could someone I get along with so well sort of fall apart…it’s been 10 years. Wow.
We met up and talked on the train ride into downtown SF, had Dim Sum at a highly reviewed yelp place, laughed and told stories and talked about our relationship failures. There’s a disconnect between our day-to-day hobbies and activities. Trying to explain how much I love my car or beer collecting well it’s hard because there’s so much to catch up on.
After Dim sum, we went to their place and grabbed my rental car and drove to Blue Bottle in Oakland. I bought some beans to make coffee at home, we then went to an orchestra concert in Oakland right by the lake and listened to a friend play violin alongside a lot of talented people and the music was just wonderful. You could close your eyes and be taken to another world. Really well done.
Afterward, we went to Berkeley and played pool over a few beers and it really felt great. I don’t have any friends that I can connect with so closely and I guess that’s the hard part to live 2,500 miles away from someone who was once your best friend and could be that again if only you were a little closer.
For now i’m really enjoying this time in San Francisco. Coming here once a month, seeing my best friend and maybe we do reconnect and it’s good. I admit that it feels a bit forced until like in a pool game, we sort of lose ourselves and it does feel like old times.
Maybe I’m a little late to the game to feel things like this at 27 but better late than never.
In other news, California is gorgeous. Sunny, warm, full of great food and lots of traffic. I’m having an awesome time but I still miss the cold New England snow and can’t wait to get back. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.