I've been travelling like crazy recently. I'm having tons of fun with it and seeing a lot of people. Last week I worked in the DC area so I had an opportunity to have dinner with Abby.
Abby and I met at Journalism Josh's house warming party four years ago. It was a chance meeting - she was introduced to Josh by a mutual friend and I met him through blogging. Abby and I hit it off immediately. I remember sitting on Josh's bed and talking with her and another woman. I probably remember it the best since there's a picture of it floating around somewhere. Abby and I only hung out once after that party and time slipped away.
Abby got into Harvard Law School and moved to Boston. I stayed in Dallas for most of those years. We kept up through my website and email. It was piecemeal, but we had some vague idea of what the other person was doing. (Though I somehow missed that she lived and worked in Egypt for a short time!) At the beginning of the month, Abby met a gentleman who was moving to Phoenix so she sent an email to introduce us. The email arrived at the same time that I was booking a trip to DC for work. The cosmic part is that I didn't know she was in DC until her email. I just assumed she was in Boston for school. It didn't occur to me she would have a summer internship. Anyhow, plans were made and we saw each other after all this time.
The evening was perfect. We had dinner at a Cuban restaurant and we walked a few blocks to a Turkish bar. Conversation was stimulating and thoughtful. Abby is delightful. She's funny and so, so intelligent. I loved that we talked about law and politics (ideal considering the location). We talked about life and work for women. It was all exactly what I needed and yet made me the tiniest bit sad that Abby and I don't live in the same city. Though I'm thankful that I get little experiences like this; it's what life is all about.
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