This weird thing happens when you grow up: you start getting
lots of different groups of people in your life and a lot of times, these
groups never really overlap. I guess
this is good sometimes: if you don’t think your work friends would get along
with your high school friends, or your childhood friends are too childhood for
your college friends or something like this.
But sometimes, I still imagine how incredibly awesome it would be for
all of my friends: from summer camp, to middle school to the friend of friend’s
friend could all get together in one beautiful moment, and all the people you
care about were in one area, and you wouldn’t have to miss anyone because
everyone you cared about would be right there.
It’s a fun thing to daydream about, I suppose, despite being
completely irrational. But as my mom,
dad and sisters all made the long journey to Cape Town in order to visit the
daughter on the other side of the world, there were a few less people that my
heart was missing, and I was incredibly happy.
It was just really beautiful, I guess. My real life American family comes and gets
to meet my African family. And everyone
is a different color, and not everyone knows all of the same languages, and so
many of us are from different places, but you can feel the love.
And there was something so awesome about seeing my baby
sister’s laughing and cooking with my new African brothers. Or seeing my dad laugh and joke with my new
found soul sisters. You get all the
people you love and you put them in one place and you worry that the world
might implode with greatness. But it doesn’t. It’s really just calms down and maybe spins a
little slower and lets you soak it all in.
