As we anxiously await the arrival of Trace’s best friend, KP, our first non-relative visitor, for a week-long visit, I think about all of my moves and the friends I’ve made along the way. I’m happy to report that I’m friends with many still, not best friends, but connected enough to know that if I knocked on their door, or they knocked on mine, we would be welcomed with open arms.This could be totally naive on my part, maybe they’d slam the door in my face, but I would embrace them just for the memories and the effort.
Being the freak magnet that I am, I attract people and befriend them quickly, it’s my own freak nature. I love people and appreciate their life, their challenges, their talents and their weirdness. Don’t worry, I’m human, I judge, though I scold myself for doing so, its human nature. I’ll tell you what I think if you really want to know. [insert winking smiley face here].
I had to look up the definition of friend on Dictionary.com just to give myself some boundaries.