Where I've been? Lebanon, TN (30 miles east of Nashville). Why? Reuniting with a college roommate (hi, Michelle!).
|one of the Nashville bridges|
Luckily for me, when my book came out and Michelle read about it in our alumni newsletter, she emailed me and we reconnected. Emails were great and then Facebook made things better. Last year, I took a look at the map and realized that we both live on I-40 and that somewhere east of Nashville would be halfway. The planning began.
On Tuesday night, we saw each other in person for the first time since 1994, and, magically, we picked up right where we left off. We talked and talked and talked and walked in some heat while we talked, ate in some diners and restaurants while we talked, and drank coffee in one excellent bakery while we talked. While we had filled each other in over email on the basics of our lives, there were lots and lots of gaps, lots and lots of stories that needed telling.
As I drove home yesterday, I thought about the narratives of each of our lives, and how we chose to tell them. We were not chronological. Our stories skipped like rocks on a flat Minnesota lake. Luckily, we had bonded at that age just between our youth and our adulthood, and so we had a lot of foundational knowledge about each other. I also thought about how I framed each of my stories, trying to be honest and thorough. This is one of the amazing things about a true friend: that even after nearly two decades, I was still comfortable talking intimately with Michelle and I knew that she would treat my narrative with care. Michelle is one of the most amazing, talented, and caring people that I know, and I am so thankful that she is back in my life!
Now, aside from a brief and nearby weekend trip, I should be settled down at home for at least a month. Expect the poetry to begin churning!