My pal Lisa told everyone she was having a garage sale on Saturday and Sunday. After a week of traveling I was pretty beat. Saturday was out. I spent most of the day on the recliner trying to unwind.
I thought about our 10 year friendship.
We first met when we traveled from the Oakland-San Francisco Bay area to San Antonio. Each of us was trying to decide if we would move to Texas as part of a company program.
Lisa was traveling with her daughter, Parke. I was traveling alone as mija was to young to travel.
When we first arrived in SA our reactions were immediate. I love the heat. It was 90 degrees and I thought, “This is great!” Lisa stepped out of the plan and said, “It’s soooo hot!”
It was the start of many adventures.
The reason for the garage sale was to “clean up and clear out” as Lisa is moving back to California.
On Sunday when I arrived at the garage sale Lisa and Parke were putting out a few more items. Lisa told me she found two boxes of albums (yes, LP’s)! Too bad I didn’t have a turn table. As it turned out these were some of the items to go in the next couple of hours.
We sat and reminisced. Ten years. Had it really been that long? We spoke of ups and downs, but mostly we spoke of friendship.
Parke will be staying in Texas. Lisa knows if Parke needs anything she can always reach out to Al and me. There was no question of that.
As we sat in on folding chairs in the garage Lisa expressed mixed feelings about the move. Still, she knew it was the right thing to do.
One thing we both noted was the ease with which people can now communicate using e-mail, FB, video etc. In the past when people moved away, would people really stay in touch…really call…really write a hand-written letter?
We knew we would still stay connected.
While I’m sad to see her go, I’m also happy that she feels good about her choices…that she feels this move will bring her new opportunities.
I’m sitting in a plane (again) as I write all this into a journal.
The sky over Texas is mostly clear. For the past couple of days there has been much-needed rain. There is a large, lovely, winding river below.
Somehow it takes me back to that first plane trip when Lisa and I first got to know each other…
My friend, I wish you all the best in the next phase of your life. I know we’ll meet again.
At the end of this week a few of us will gather with you at a restaurant to celebrate your friendship.
I ask the flight attendant for some hot water so that I could make some tea. Time to relax and enjoy the rest of the flight.
In the meantime, my friend, safe journey and God bless.