Hello.

Keeping in touch is a peculiar thing. The common realization for anyone who moves away and returns home is that things manage to stay almost exactly as they were before they left. Yet, despite this (and strangely so), you soon begin to realize how life has moved on in its usual way with surprising ease considering that you are no longer there. The truth is that this usual life has adapted to your absence, and no matter where you are, this is a heartbreaking concept.

So, on those odd days when an old friend reaches out from that removed place in life that used to be your own, well, thats a miraculous moment indeed. It’s one of those instances that defies the belief that life moves on without you, that your impact wasn’t ever more than fleeting. It’s true that once upon a time, I contributed to the faraway lives of others in positive ways - ways that, in the end, were worth remembering. This always has the ability to put my morning on a happier than usual note (either that or the generous cup of Italian coffee that is dancing through my bloodstream). Of course, for sentimental reasons, we’ll credit my bliss on friends in far places who have the time to say hello.