Deep morning thoughts while preparing breakfast, having breakfast, reading the papers, and getting ready to work on a Saturday

It started with a text message from Chloé that came through the night. Said she is missing good friends and wondering if she also actually misses home. Since home is so different now.

Home perhaps has not changed so much but I guess for those of us who left and were changed by our new environment, we no longer see the place we left as it was.

Chloé’s text message got me feeling quite sad. I miss her very much, too. There are so many things we could enjoy and do together, here in Singapore and there in London.

Not long ago, a Christian “writer” wrote about friends for life. As I remember it, he talked about how we should think about growing older. Are we building friendships with people we would like to be with as we grow together, and remain together when we are no longer so mobile?

I think I shared that with Gin. And I think I had her in my heart when I did that. Gin and I used to sit together in class. For three years. We walked to school, we walked back from school, I copied her Maths homework, and we cried together venting frustrations mostly about our cranky dads (never mind the history teacher who only makes everyone read from the textbook). We shared dreams (she wanted to own an island; I wanted to fly a plane).

Chloé and I shared different dreams (made less idealistic by age) and different tears (of disappointments not frustrations).

I miss my girlfriends.

16Sept2006