Today I greeted an old friend and it made miss, long for the past—all those too hot summers and pool side reads, the softer winters and smooth drawl of every encounter, the twenty-six year old me hopelessly searching for balance as a new teacher, the rich simple flavors that changed my palate forever.
Today I was greeted by an old friend and the encounter, though left me longing, also reminded me that I remain an outsider here for my last name will be mispronounced over and over again without an attempt at doing it right.
I miss you old friend and I don’t miss you.
