For those that don’t know, I grew up as a military brat. At one point in time in elementary school, I lived in upstate New York and I made friends with a neighbor. Even though I didn’t recognize it at the time, we were probably the only hispanic families in that area. She was a year older than me, and we both had younger sisters (who were also about the same age). Because our apartments were only separated by a lawn, we played together a lot.
Sometime between elementary and high school, our families were separated–deployed to different states far from each other. Needless to say, we lost contact. Sometime when I was in college, Myspace was becoming ever so popular. We found each other on Myspace–she was in Hawaii and I was in Texas. We continued talking off and on over the years (migrating to Facebook, of course), discovering and rediscovering just how many common interests we share. Thanks to technology, we stayed in contact when I moved to South Korea and back to Texas, and when she moved to Washington.
A few months ago, I was in Los Angeles and I found out that she had plans to visit LA for a family event. Needless to say, we had to meet. She was only in for a weekend, and only had a few hours to spare to meet me before heading back to the airport. So, we ate some tacos for lunch then headed to Santa Monica beach.
We weren’t really prepared for water, so we spent our time looking at some of the cool houses.
It was crazy meeting my friend’s daughter since she is only a year or two younger than the age that my friend and I had originally met. That said, she’s just as awesome as her mom. Hopefully we will have more than just a few hours the next time we meet up.