Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
― Rumi
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| {clockwise - starting top-left: 1. whittling via squeeze bottle, 2. again, 3. purdy, 4. frivolity, 5.this-is-why-we-can't-have-nice-things} |
It's weird that the season of living in Baltimore is coming to a close. I feel like I spent a good portion of the time scurrying - to find a job, get settled and build community. Years two/three have been the most rewarding- as we slowly started setting roots and developing some authentic relationships.
Yet, in spite of how much I've loved our new community - I was reminded this past weekend (and over the past month or two) of the difference between new and old friends. I love the friendship-honeymoon that comes with burgeoning relationships, and the refreshment of meeting new people that you feel as close with as those who you've known for ages. But there's something unique about the bliss of spending hours whittling the day away with the people who know you best.
Moving away from your hometown generally leads you to build your closest friendships with other people who are so-inclined as to move away/around as well. Although the pang of missing friends can be sharp, the joy of the reunion is far sweeter.
Hurrah for summertime weddings, reunions and adventures.
