For the last several years, due to various circumstances, I have been a real homebody. I don’t got out unless it’s to work or shop for what I need.
A couple of months ago, I went to the memorial gathering for a somewhat casual friend and reconnected with a very good friend that I had known years ago and we ended up in the same town, but, due to my stay at homeness, didn’t spend a lot of time together. We connected at the memorial.
That memorial made me decide that I needed to get out more and do some fun things.
So, today was a festival in the oldest part of town. Food trucks and bands that played on the porches of various old homes in the neighborhood. I got there with one goal in mind — to go to the house of my friend and see what happened from there. I got there and the front gate was closed. So, I messaged him on FB and told him to look out his front door. The next thing I knew, he was on the porch and welcomed me in.
I spent the afternoon in that house. An old house built in the late 1800’s. My friend has infused it with his own personal style (rather gothic and macabre) and it totally fits. Not only did I get to spend the afternoon in a wonderful setting, but got to reconnect with a group of friends, some older, some first timers.
It was a completely soul enriching afternoon and ended with more hugs than I have gotten several years.
My point is that I could have just stayed home, done laundry, cleaned. shopped for stuff for next week. But, I didn’t and am oh so glad I didn’t.