When I think of my NY friends — male and female — and the fact that we mostly became friends in our early teen years, it’s amazing that those bonds have remained so strong. We always said as we hung out together in the city parks that we were family. Romances between us came and went but the friendships remained. Years, decades and miles have separated us and I doubt we’ve all gotten together three times in the last 40 years but yet the connection and the love remains.
Facebook has helped reconnect us more regularly and a recent posting is a great example.
One of “the girls” who actually moved away when she was 14 to Florida and then as an adult to Arizona is (like me), single and became disabled from a back injury. In recent years she’s also had some heart problems.
A mutual friend posted that money was tight for Laura and she needed to have a medical test done … could we pull together and help? Within 48 hours apparently the money had been sent. One of our “gang” was in need and we answered.
But while my connection to those people and that place will always remain strong and in my heart, Elkhart County has become my second home.
When I first moved to the area one thing that bothered me was going out to stores and not having anyone recognize me and vice versa. Even though I lived in a large city in NY I was always running into someone I knew. So when it dawned on me that something seemed weird — that was one of the things I pinpointed. It may sound silly but it makes a difference as to whether a place feels like home or not.
I’ve been here long enough now and have worked with the public most of the time that whether I’m in Nappanee, Goshen or New Paris, I run into someone I know. And lately, several of those “someones” have commented on that archived photo of me that appeared recently.