Almost five years ago, we were on our way to a little diner on Temple Street. It wasn’t far from my apartment, but it felt like we were traveling a lifetime as Mike and I walked to meet one of my best friends for lunch. It was their first time meeting and the butterflies in my stomach were a constant reminder of how much I liked Mike, and how much I wanted Matt to like him too. And instantly, the three of us sat there together just as if it had always been. And we filled that little diner with laughter and with love.
Yesterday, we sat on the rumbling train as it whisked us away to New York. It’s been almost two years since we’ve seen our friend Matt, and it seemed like we were traveling a life time on that train. The past two years have been a series of emails and phone calls between Matt and I, promising to catch up, to meet up, to make the time, but it never seemed to happen. And finally, it did. We finally made the plans and took the time, and when I saw him standing in Grand Central Station, the past two years fell away into oblivion. I walked down the frigid city street with Matt on one side and Mike on the other, and despite the cold. I was warm inside.
We sat in a little no name pub, right down the street from Grand Central, watched the Packers game, and caught up. Finally. The three of us sat there, just as if it had always been. And we filled that little pub with laughter and with love.
Matt is moving to Chicago in a few weeks. And I can’t wait to get on a plane with Mike, meet Matt at O’Hare, find a little no name restuarant, and fill it to the brim with laughter and with love. I can’t wait to catch up, hopefully sooner this time.
Happy Monday everyone!!