This is the dinner table from Bats Day last week. Left to right: my roomate Andrew, my cousin Anton, Paul’s friend Paula, Paul, me, and my good friend Amanda. Wendy is, unfortunately, not in the photo, so it isn’t QUITE complete, but you can see how much fun we’re having anyways.
I’m at the point now with my friends here in California that I was in Vancouver when I left two years ago. It’s started to feel more like being part of a tribe, or being part of a created extended family, than it is like the casual associations I started the relationships with. I know that these things shouldn’t be revelations, but I’ve been a nomad for so long, and have been so detached from the rest of humanity for so much of my life, that I’d only just learned in BC what it was like to be part of a group of awesome people.
So there it is – a photo taken at a dinner table, at which I was surrounded by people I dearly, dearly love. Of course it was an awesome day in the park, and we rode the rides and sang the songs and acted like idiots as much as possible. I’m a lucky girl to have had that day, with those people. I’m lucky that I get time with my friends all the time. In a country where so many people are lonely, where I myself have gone through terrible loneliness, to have this kind of people in one’s life is an extremely good fortune.