So this daily blog thing is proving harder than expected. But this is mostly due to being busy at work, being busy after work helping friends, being a good guardian to Max and living life. Good excuses right? ☺
Today I have something to write about. Today my friend MJ is coming to visit.
I met MJ on my postgrad course at NTU in England; we were both studying newspaper journalism—her, a Brit destined for the tabloids; me, no interest in reporting news but rather a way into the field of expressing myself.
Upon moving back to America, we stayed in touch by means of the only acceptable manner to stay in touch with international peeps in the 21st century—Facebook! Last summer she informed me she was taking ‘holiday’ and wanted to come to New York. I welcomed her with open arms.
So about a year ago, I was standing at JFK awaiting her arrival when I realized I felt nervous. It occurred to me that I didn’t know MJ that well. I knew I liked her; I knew we had loads in common; I knew we could have been great friends, but due to my personal (and undisclosed) circumstances, I never bonded that closely with anyone on my course (roomie excluded, obviously.) I thought to myself, “What am I gonna do with her for a whole week? I don’t know her that well… I don’t even know where she grew up.”
Two days later, me, MJ and our Français fille were sitting down to dinner, when I smiled to myself. Not only was I having an awesome time tour guiding her around NYC, but she totally fit in with my girl friends.
We did a lot of eating, walking, drinking and sightseeing that week, and everyone had a fabulous time. We even tried to convince her to move here. Needless to mention, I realized I had a really great friend, just one hop over the Atlantic—whom I now regularly keep in touch with and confide in (on Facebook obviously, duh).
And today, about one year later, Triple A and I are heading back to JFK to collect my Brit bird, MJ. We have another week of eating, shows, drinking, eating, traveling, picture taking, and, did I mention eating, ahead of us.
So yay for friends… no matter where they are located.
(Note: MJ is now an excellent journalist in the UK who writes extremely entertaining human interest features about people who, for example, put firecrackers up their butt or get into knife fights over candy bars. “Way to make Welford proud!”)