New York is one of those cities where you could co-exist with another person for decades and probably never run into them. It’s one of the greatest things about living here — it rarely feels small the way it does for most cities, especially after you’ve had a breakup or a falling out with someone.
At my friend’s birthday party today, I ran into an old friend who had moved to San Francisco to be with his now-wife three years ago, and I found out that he’s actually living in Hoboken now and has been back on the East Coast for over a year now. I had no idea, but it was good to catch up with him and see what he’s been up to. In the time that has passed since we last saw each other, he moved to San Francisco, got married and had two family-wedding ceremonies in Korea and China, moved back to New York, and got an apartment in Hoboken. I’ve since changed jobs, moved apartments, got engaged, and am planning a wedding. In three years, a lot of things change, but it’s always nice to see a familiar friendly face.