I love moving to new places. There’s something exhilarating about dropping everything and starting a new life in a new city. I don’t like packing, however, and all the work that goes into moving. Sometimes I think it would be great to just leave everything behind, but I’m sure at some point I would miss my wedding photos, books, and comfy furniture.

And one thing’s for certain – I always miss the people I leave behind.

When I was a kid, my family moved every few years, and in every new house I hung the same plaque on my bedroom wall.

It read, “Make new friends but keep the old. Those are silver; these are gold.”

With good intentions, I usually tried to write to friends I left behind in different cities, but sometimes I got too lazy or too caught up in my new life to keep in touch, or I had disagreements with people and never said I’m sorry. I found a box of stationery in my drawer once that contained letters I had started but never finished – “Dear So-and-So, How are you? I am fine….”

So life went on, and now that I’ve reached middle age, I’ve rediscovered how priceless both new and old friendships are and how important it is to be able to say, “Remember when?” Not just “Remember the good old days,” but also “Remember those hard times and how we made it through.”

For a long time, I couldn’t find anyone I had lost touch with. But enter the 21st Century and social media, and all that’s changed.

Most recently, while recovering from a painful knee injury, I suddenly had more time to write and interact on social media, and I could never have guessed how valuable that experience would be. What began as a really lousy time turned into a rich, golden time of reconnection. As my knee healed, my heart became full as long-lost friends found me and vice versa.

So I’ve taken a bit of a departure from my usual themes of art and language to pay tribute to reconnecting. My previous post Dancing from Rădăuţi to Regina helped reunite me with my old dance group from Regina, whom I had missed for decades.

And the topic of my next blog post will be based on an idea given to me by a dear friend from elementary school who reached out to me last year. Think fibreglass moose – a country moose and 326 city moose.

Until next time!

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