I had already been living on this island for four months when I met Alex last winter. She was the first friend I made here, entirely on my own. The first friend who was not my brother, my boyfriend or someone introduced to me by my boyfriend. After my brother (my other BFF) left at the end of the summer Adam looked forward to the day when I would make a new friend and stop greeting him when he got home from work everyday in a manner similar to how our dog, Dudley, greets us now.
Alex was my friend, not a friend of a friend, my friend. Well fine she is my high school friend’s college friend. But still. We were at a now defunct bar that may or may not have been doubling as a drug den looking at each other in that way people do when they know each other but don’t know how. She made the connection first. "Aren’t you Jenna’s friend?" More like your friend now Ms. You Seem Normal. After all, we are the same age living on a deserted island in the winter where a great deal of people are very not normal. In the early stages of our friendship whenever I was going out with her I would tell Adam, very casually, "I’m going out with my friend Alex", putting added yet unnecessary emphasis on the word my.
We’ve bonded over yoga, being washashores and the trials and tribulations of a relationship with a local boy, excuse me, men…local men. Alex and I have a lot in common, yoga, reading, hilarity, traveling foreign countries, the list goes on. After all something led both of us to live here. I’m still struggling to figure out what that something is. But it might have something to do with this…
Alex was my friend, not a friend of a friend, my friend. Well fine she is my high school friend’s college friend. But still. We were at a now defunct bar that may or may not have been doubling as a drug den looking at each other in that way people do when they know each other but don’t know how. She made the connection first. "Aren’t you Jenna’s friend?" More like your friend now Ms. You Seem Normal. After all, we are the same age living on a deserted island in the winter where a great deal of people are very not normal. In the early stages of our friendship whenever I was going out with her I would tell Adam, very casually, "I’m going out with my friend Alex", putting added yet unnecessary emphasis on the word my.
We’ve bonded over yoga, being washashores and the trials and tribulations of a relationship with a local boy, excuse me, men…local men. Alex and I have a lot in common, yoga, reading, hilarity, traveling foreign countries, the list goes on. After all something led both of us to live here. I’m still struggling to figure out what that something is. But it might have something to do with this…
just a hop skip and a jump from my front door.
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I love the blog. I am not only going to read it every day but POST a COMMENT every day.
I hope you two can hold out on the ol' pile of sand for a couple more years eagerly awaiting the permanent arrival of the Moriarty-Waldman family!!!!
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