Here There and Everywhere

Expat wanderer

“Ill be there for you”

We Go Back a Long Time

I was a freshman at a big university, back home after years of living overseas. Never have I felt so alien as trying to figure out how I was going to survive in my own culture. I was really homesick. I missed my old life.

My first day in French 203 a group of laughing, talking girls walked in, one girl, a blue-eyed blonde, the center of it all. I hated her immediately, mostly for being so happy when I was so alone and so miserable. The semester dragged on.

The next quarter, there she was again, in French Literature. She walked in, saw me, and came and sat down next to me as if we were old friends. “What’s with that?” I thought, but there were a lot of students, and I guess I was a familiar face. I still didn’t like her. I didn’t like anybody very much.

But as the semester progressed, her smart-mouth sotto-voce remarks got me cracking up. I couldn’t help liking her in spite of all my determination not to. She was smart, and funny, and for some reason seemed to like me, even at a time when I wasn’t making much effort to be likable.

The third quarter, there we were once again, in Sociology. By this time, we knew that something was up in the grand scheme of things – This was a huge university, and you don’t end up in the same classes with anyone. We started meeting for coffee before class, after class, sometimes – skipping class! We became good friends. We never had another class together.

We graduated, and bought season tickets to the Symphony together. We would meet for a quick dinner, someplace cheap – we weren’t earning a lot. We would catch up on the latest boyfriend, the latest heartache, one another’s families. We each had our own busy life, but we made time for each other.

We married in the same year. We had our first babies within months of one another. No matter where I was in the world, we would write, we sent tapes, and I would visit whenever I was back in town. She also visited me, once with her husband (now ex) and many times with her children.

Our fathers are the same age. She called me night before last, my good friend, all these years. She knows Dad is in the hospital and I am coming back, she calls my mother and takes her to dinner sometimes, my family includes her in the family circle.

“No matter what you’re going through,” she said, “I’ll be there for you.”

All these years. She always has.

October 5, 2006 - Posted by | ExPat Life, Family Issues, Uncategorized, Women's Issues

7 Comments »

  1. Ohhh, I know just what you mean – that something was meant to be in that relationship and I’m sure you’re there for her, just as much as she’s there for you. Lucky people, to have friends who will be there for you! Thanks for sharing that.

    Comment by Alison | October 19, 2006 | Reply

  2. 🙂

    Comment by intlxpatr | October 19, 2006 | Reply

  3. Bon Jovi’s song “Blood on Blood” comes to mind 🙂

    True friends are rare and precious.

    Comment by Elijah | April 14, 2007 | Reply

  4. You are SO right, Elijah.

    Comment by intlxpatr | April 14, 2007 | Reply

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