My 21st Birthday. My 37th is coming up soon.
I still love Guston. (Talk about '90's fashion.)
How can one person look like so many different people? Who are we?
What are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?
Thanks to social media, in the last few days I have been in touch with people I haven't seen or talked to in about a decade. It is so weird. I feel like a totally different person than I did back then. Memory is strange- and it has been interesting to compare what I remember about people, and those past years, and what people remember about me.
I found out this year, that one of my best friends from high school passed away from cancer in January.
We had lost touch, drifted apart- I had tried over the years to find her & her sister, who was also one of my best friends back then, to no avail. Then one day, her sister located me via Facebook. I saw her this past Sunday night for the first time in 15 years - I invited her to my home, and made her dinner. It was wonderful and sad. Mostly wonderful. It turns out my friends had both been living in Southern California for the past few years. So close and we didn't even know it.
I don't know what it all means, if anything.
More CV's here.