Today, I Found A Friend In A Friend
I can remember being a little girl, sitting on the front steps watching the trash truck struggling to get up the hill, I use to live on. Right then and there, I secretly wanted to be a trash man when I grew up. I don’t think it was the job itself but about the guy who hung off the back of the truck, holding on with one hand and the other, waving in the wind as the truck started to move faster.
I knew I wouldn’t be a trash man when I grew up but I also knew that I wouldn’t be a doctor, either. I didn’t want to get married. I didn’t want to have children. I didn’t want to settle down; I wanted to be a free spirit traveling around the country from one city to the next, doing odd jobs just to get by. I wanted to meet new people, learn new things and experience life like no other could.
I sit here today, trying to get back just a small piece of my childhood and this weekend, I reconnected with my blood sister of 35 years.
Back in March, my daughter and I took a road trip to Tennessee. After reconnecting with an old friend on face book and finding out she lived in Tennessee, we stopped in to visit her, for the night. We were best friends in elementary school but moving on from there we grew apart. Other, than the occasional bathroom meetings in high school the last time, I saw her was five years ago, at our reunion. I hung out with her the whole night and swore, I would keep in touch. But, people change, things change, so the mail never started. That night, in Tennessee, for just a few short hours, I knew things didn’t change much and I kept my promise this time to keep in touch.
She came home for Thanksgiving and I insisted on seeing her and for a moment, with all the family to see at the holidays, I didn’t think it would be possible. But there was a small opportunity Friday night, before she had dinner with her mom and then Saturday night, when she invited me to hang out with her and her friends at her hotel.
The thing about old friends is you always talk about what happened then and we didn’t. We talked about new things and the things we have in common now.
Who would have guessed that, 35, years ago, after cutting our fingers with soda can tops and smearing our blood together, would keep us sisters all these years.