As I make a left turn, I remember this street and know I'm close to my destination. There's the neighborhood playground and the community pool that looks so inviting. I'm looking for a house number and the next house doesn't have it on the mailbox so I worry about which of the next two houses is my destination. I look for clues but it's been many years. I had just two babies not three the last time I was here. As I scan the house again, no more clues are needed. There she is; working on her laptop, enjoying the sunshine, and waiting for us to arrive.
I hop out of my mini-van and give probably one of the biggest hugs of my lifetime. There's a constant babble of exciting thoughts being exchanged. "You look the same." "You look so good." "You haven't changed." "I can't believe you are here." "I'm so happy to be here." Laughter and giggles and squeezes, oh my. She moves on to hug my daughter and her friend. We go inside as she announces, "Mandy's here." More hugs and smiles with her husband and sons.
It's been years. We roomed together in college. We stood up in each other's weddings. We moved to two different states to teach and raise families. Our seasons are the same and for 18 hours it was like we had been together all these years. We told old stories of when we were together. We told stories of from our days of being apart. We made new stories together.
We made stories for our future. She's going to live and travel in her motor home changing the setting every so often and I'm going to drive up in my convertible with my dog wearing a long scarf that blows in the wind. I look forward to this season but for now I find peace in knowing it's okay to focus on the current season because we can pick up right where we need to be without skipping a beat.
Thank you Two Writing Teachers for organizing this Slice of Life Story Challenge.