When old friends meet again


In the last four weeks two of my friends who have been living/ working abroad returned to Manila and we met briefly to catch up.

I’ve known Joyce since 2003, when we met at a three-week conference in New Delhi. She migrated to Canada in 2010, just a few days after my return to Manila. I didn’t make it to her send-off party but we were fortunate to see each other before she actually left. She went home for the first time last month. We met for coffee and cake in the new building of an old mall that we both knew, on her way to a cousin’s house where she stayed while in the city. We talked and chatted for more than three hours, ignoring the bland food and tepid drink before us.

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Meanwhile, Ana is one of the few friends that I made as a graduate student. She’s my age and we have a lot in common. I also found it easy to talk to her, even in my most socially inept times. In need of a change of environment, she went to the UAE last year and found a job there. She returned to Manila a week ago and two days ago we met for lunch with another friend. One thing Ana and I share is the love for food so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that we had lunch at a buffet restaurant. In the course of a 160-minute lunch we caught up with each other’s lives and upon parting, made sure that we three met again before Ana returns to her adoptive country.

One thing with good friends, when you see them again after a period of being apart–no matter how long that time has been–it’s like you were with them the day before only. The conversation seems to just pick up where it left off.

My travel bug is beginning to itch again, so who knows, I might see these friends again in different places.

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About the pensive poet

development worker. kasuyo. bugtong na anak. retired drag queen. kalaguyo. kaibigan. future carpenter, bread-maker, or bar-tender. feeling manunulat at makata. borderline obsessive-compulsive. control freak. book worm. isnabero. mahiyain. astang cineaste. aspiring photographer.

Posted on February 14, 2015, in journal and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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